Anna edged closer, her curiosity overpowering her hesitation. A stool had been placed in front of the crib, and the nurse motioned for her to climb it. “You can get a better look from up there,” the nurse said. Anna obeyed, hoisting herself up and leaning on the crib’s edge.
Her gaze settled on the baby for the first time. The baby’s face was delicate, her tiny hands peeking out from the soft blanket. But something wasn’t right. The baby’s hair—soft tufts of vibrant orange—stood out starkly against the pale tones of her skin and the light-colored surroundings.