Meredith stares back, breath catches as she tries to regain some measure of control. "I'm not her," she says, hating herself for letting it out. This isn't something that gets better. There aren't true answers she wants to hear. There's no reason to torture them both, but she can't not answer. "I'm not her. I'm never going to be enough, am I?" But then, that was true long before he came into her life.