[ Bree listens, and she nods in understanding. ]

I know. I always wondered if when I met you, I would wonder how you could make such a choice. But now I have met you, and I understand. Sometimes you have to let go. Hope that people will come back to you.

[ Her hand is still in Jamie's and she squeezes lightly before taking a deep breath and letting it out softly. ]

I'm sorry, by the way. That I keep waking up the house at night. Every night I hope it'll be different, and it never is.