[ This might be exactly what Bree needs, though. Someone who has no bias, someone kind who can just listen and maybe have an unbiased opinion. At his condolences, she manages a shakey and small smile. ]

Thank you. He was an amazing dad, and there's so much happening here that I don't understand, I just wish...

[ That he was here, that she had his steady presence to ground her. but she trails off, leaving the thought incomplete, and hen Sam introduces himself, she takes a breath and lets it out, composing herself and extending her hand in greeting. ]

I'm Brianna. But you can just call me Bree, everyone does.