She was so small, so fragile. His heart ached with love for her, but tangled up with that love was a whisper of doubt that refused to quiet. It didn’t help that the comments had already started. The neighbor’s cheerful “Where’d she get that from?” played in his mind like a taunt.
Even Claire had said it—“Unusual, isn’t it?” The words lingered, twisting into something sharper in the quiet hours of the night. And with them came a question James had been trying to avoid. Could it be possible? No.