"I'm the wrong person for advice," Maeve says, the words coming unexpectedly. "Mostly I'm just trying not to become my mother."

She's in no danger of that, anyone who knows her even a little knows she isn't going to end up like Erin, but the fear remains. It'd been the reason she'd dyed her hair dark again, after all, trying to be as different from her mum as possible. It was stupid, she realizes. Her hair doesn't make her like Erin. It doesn't make her unlike her either.