I just stopped by to drop that off.
I didn't wanna leave it at the front door,
so the manager let me in.
You okay? You still look freaked.
No, I'm fine.
Why did you tell me that story about Maggie?
Again, I, um...
I just assumed my brother already had.
I didn't do it to mess with your head.
I saw her.
Yeah, I-I took a train into Wilmington,
And I... I sat in her classroom.
Why would you do that?
Because Ezra needed to know that she was okay.
But... She's not?
Oh, no. She's-- she's great...
And a mom of a seven-year-old little boy
that looks a lot like that.