[You gave him up for me, and I wanted to give him back to you. The words strike her deeply. It doesn't quite feel like a weight's been lifted off her chest, now that Bree knows the truth and seems to accept it, but it changes something.]
Oh, Bree.
[How can she do anything but pull her in for another hug?]
My sweet girl.
[As her mother, she doesn't make it a habit to let her daughter see her cry. Right now, however, she's struggling with keeping the tears at bay.]
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Oh, Bree.
[How can she do anything but pull her in for another hug?]
My sweet girl.
[As her mother, she doesn't make it a habit to let her daughter see her cry. Right now, however, she's struggling with keeping the tears at bay.]