[ Bree smiles even as she looks down a little, thinking about that. Maybe it's both in some kind of equal dose, or maybe a lopsided but shared amount.

Reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, she pulls out a faded and worn photo of Claire holding Brianna when she was a baby, showing it to her mother. ]

I always have this with me. I guess...I've just heard of people forgetting someone's face after a while, and I never wanted that to happen to me. Plus, I still like to think I'm more you than anyone else.