That . . . was not what Regan expected. Something else, maybe. She doesn't even know, anymore, because his answer and the fact that it's in ASL both throw her off. His gestures are blocky and unpracticed, but he's more or less fluent.

Then she thinks of Greta, and how much she looks like Mom, and she swallows.

"Do I look . . . just like her?" she asks. There's a definite hesitation, because she's a little afraid of his answer.