Don, carrying a small bouquet of flowers, turned to James. “Where’s the little one?” he asked, his voice booming with cheer. James motioned toward the living room. “Right here,” he said, following the group as they gathered around the bassinet.
Claire’s eyes widened the moment she saw the baby. “Oh my goodness, look at her hair!” she said, her voice filled with delight. “It’s so red. What a striking little one you’ve got here.” James’s jaw tightened, though he forced a polite smile.