[There's a bench meant for getting dressed, and Claire sits, setting the pajamas down beside her. Belatedly, she realizes she should have at least taught Jamie the basics of texting. Oh, well. He'll be fine. No need to check on him every minute. Hopefully, he's forcing down some more soup.
Bree's not taking long, no. It's the sudden, unmistakable sound of her sobs that has Claire jumping to her feet and hurrying to the stall to see what's happened.
Too much.
Too much, and not enough, she hears Jamie say, long ago.]
Bree. Brianna, stop, stop. [Seeing what she's doing to herself, Claire makes a grab for her hands, getting herself and her wool dress soaked in the process but too concerned for her daughter to care.]
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[There's a bench meant for getting dressed, and Claire sits, setting the pajamas down beside her. Belatedly, she realizes she should have at least taught Jamie the basics of texting. Oh, well. He'll be fine. No need to check on him every minute. Hopefully, he's forcing down some more soup.
Bree's not taking long, no. It's the sudden, unmistakable sound of her sobs that has Claire jumping to her feet and hurrying to the stall to see what's happened.
Too much.
Too much, and not enough, she hears Jamie say, long ago.]
Bree. Brianna, stop, stop. [Seeing what she's doing to herself, Claire makes a grab for her hands, getting herself and her wool dress soaked in the process but too concerned for her daughter to care.]