[She's not sure if Bree's ever looked at her that way before. Nor can she imagine her daughter ever being comfortable with--her, with another man. It never would have been an issue in Boston.

Idly, Claire strokes her cheek with the backs of her fingers.]

I think I'm most glad he gets to know you. He... he wanted you. He wanted you so much.

[So much that he sent her away.]

But if you know him now, then I'm sure you've seen that, too.