Before the nurse could respond, the door creaked open, and James stepped inside. His smile was wide as he approached, though it faltered slightly when he saw Anna’s expression. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, kneeling down beside her.
Anna looked at him, her face serious. “Daddy,” she said, her voice trembling. “That’s not my sister.” James blinked, then stood to peer into the crib. The baby’s pale skin and bright ginger hair caught him off guard. He tilted his head slightly, unsure what to make of it.