The strands were soft and fine, and yet they burned brightly against her pale skin, vivid and impossible to ignore. James let his fingers graze her hair gently, almost as though he could rub away the brightness and reveal something more familiar beneath it.
But it remained the same—fiery and vivid, a stark contrast to the soft golden tones that ran through their family. James looked down at his daughter’s peaceful face, her tiny lips parted as she slept.