“She’s beautiful,” he said after a moment, though his tone was careful. He placed a reassuring hand on Anna’s back. “Don’t be silly, Anna. Of course she’s your sister.” But the strange feeling in his chest lingered, even as he tried to brush it aside.
The nurse cleared her throat, her professionalism returning. “Newborns often look a little different at first,” she said, repeating her earlier reassurance. “Her features will become more familiar in no time. She’s perfectly healthy.”