It was in the past, buried, pretty deep.
Brett: Could she really be so careless you wrote down the wrong address? It was in the past, buried, pretty deep. And I started feeling that little flutter feeling in my chest that I must have felt a hundred times when I was a kid. It happened every time I let myself wonder [about] the woman who had me, gave me away. What was she really like?
Foster: I’m so sorry, Sylvie.
Brett: Yeah, me too.