James’s chest tightened at her words. He wanted to reassure her, to brush away her doubts as easily as he had tried to brush away his own. But the truth was, he didn’t know the answer. “Maybe,” he said finally. “But even if she doesn’t, that’s okay. Different can be beautiful.”
Anna nodded slowly, though her eyes lingered on the bassinet. “I hope she likes Floppy,” she said quietly. “I want her to like me.” James wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “She already loves you, Anna,” he said. “She’s lucky to have a big sister like you.”