Emma’s heart sank when she walked into the bedroom and saw Mark standing in front of the mirror, his arm stretched out, comparing his pale skin to their newborn daughter’s darker skin. The baby, wrapped snugly in a blanket, was lying in the crib, her soft eyes staring up at the ceiling, blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. Mark didn’t even hear her enter, too absorbed in the strange, unsettling comparison.