Father’s unease
The father’s eyes widened at his son’s words. ‘What do you mean?’ he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
The boy just shook his head, lips pressed together in a stubborn line. His father knelt down, taking his son’s small hands in his. ‘Are you sure?
Babies can look different when they are born.’ Despite his calm tone, a knot of worry tightened in his chest.