The Missing Cry

She woke up to the shining, bright light in her room, which was coming from the window in her room. As she fully opened her eyes, becoming aware of her environment, she tried to get up from bed, but she felt too weak to do so. One of her hands was handcuffed to the bed rail, restricting her movement. She looked in the direction of where the light of coming from and she realized, it was morning; which meant she was unconscious all through the night. The memories of what had happened before she lost her consciousness came rushing to her, and it was then, she realized something wasn’t right. She clearly remembered birthing her child before she passed out, but there was neither a crib nor her child beside her. Confusion stroked her mind and all she wanted at that moment, was to know where her child was. She couldn’t move due to her hand that was cuffed to the rail. She looked around, searching if there was someone nearby and luckily for her, she sighted the female warden who was watching