“Just looking at some old family photos,” he said. Anna climbed up beside him, leaning over to peek at the screen. “Did I look like her when I was a baby?” she asked. “You looked a lot like Mommy,” James said, pulling up a photo of Susy holding newborn Anna.
The resemblance was unmistakable—the same golden curls, the same warm complexion. Anna studied the photo, then glanced at the bassinet in the corner of the room. “She’s really different,” Anna said, her voice soft. “Do you think she’ll change?”