When She Met Her Newborn Sister and Cried, ‘That’s Not My Sister,’ Her Father Began to Question Everything

James ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. “I’m not saying they meant harm,” he said carefully. “But you can’t deny it felt… pointed. Like they were trying to figure out why she doesn’t look like us.”

Susy’s eyes narrowed. “And what, exactly, are you trying to say, James?” she asked, her voice low and tight. James hesitated, sensing the line he was about to cross. “I’m just saying it’s… noticeable. That’s all.”