[ Claire feels herself go hot and cold somehow at the same time, and for a moment she can't even wrap her mind around what Brianna's just asked her. But finally, she wets her lips, looking down and exhaling shakily. ]
The twelfth of May.
[ She tries, desperately, to not think about it and yet her firstborn daughter creeps into her thoughts every now and again. She wonders if Faith had lived, if they ever would have gone back to Scotland. If Faith had lived, would Claire have ever gone back through the stones? Would there be Bree? She's quiet, stuck in her own thoughts for so long that she realizes neither of them has spoken in minutes. ]
I'm sorry. That I never told you. It was a very, very difficult thing to go through. I suppose I...never wanted to have to relive it. But you have a right to know.
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The twelfth of May.
[ She tries, desperately, to not think about it and yet her firstborn daughter creeps into her thoughts every now and again. She wonders if Faith had lived, if they ever would have gone back to Scotland. If Faith had lived, would Claire have ever gone back through the stones? Would there be Bree? She's quiet, stuck in her own thoughts for so long that she realizes neither of them has spoken in minutes. ]
I'm sorry. That I never told you. It was a very, very difficult thing to go through. I suppose I...never wanted to have to relive it. But you have a right to know.