[ She's glossing over details for two reasons, one of them perhaps selfish on her part. She wants to get to the heart of the matter, the most important information her mother would need to know. And she harbors so much regret and guilt for the way she'd treated her when the truth about Jamie had come out. Maybe her mother never would have spoken the truth had Bree not poked around and pried the information out of her. It's hard to know how things might have been different, but she believes they ended up exactly where they needed to be. ]

You're right about that. You didn't want to leave me, I had to talk you into it.

[ She squeezes her hand softly. ]

You gave him up for me, and I wanted to give him back to you.

[ There is, of course, so much more to tell. Out of everything, though, what's been weighing on her most prominently is what happened at the tavern, what Bonnet did to her. She almost wishes her mother just knew somehow, that she would never have to openly speak of it again, and that she could just be held tightly enough to banish the memories. ]