[ Bree puts down her fork, and in a sudden movement she's up, but it's only to move closer to her mother and wrap her arms around her. It's a little awkward because she's leaning over. The second she heard that last word come out quieter, and the moment Bree's eyes tracked the same way Claire's had, to the rings, she was done questioning. ]
I'm sorry.
[ She mostly says it into her mother's hair because, well, she's leaning, but it doesn't matter. ]
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I'm sorry.
[ She mostly says it into her mother's hair because, well, she's leaning, but it doesn't matter. ]
You don't have to try and describe anything.