[For Claire, it's easy. Her thumbs move over the back of Bree's hand as she smiles warmly at her.]

I had you.

[Jamie wasn't nearly as lucky. Claire had been lonely, so often, but never truly alone with Bree. Jamie often was, from what Claire can tell.]

Whenever I felt like... the grief was too much, or that I just wanted to give up, I thought of you. Thought of the love Jamie had for you, and what strength he had to possesses to send us away to safety. I had to make the most of it.

[She wants to believe she did. Bree grew up loved, wanting for nothing. She went to good schools. Had all the opportunities a young girl could have. And Claire put herself through medical school and became a surgeon despite the uphill battle. There's no way Jamie could truly understand it all, but she at least knows he understands he made the right choice that day.]