"She was." The past tense is all that's really needed, there.

Well, not all, but she was until I stabbed her to death is not. Really something Laura shares without prompting.

After a moment of looking at it -- so strange to see her mother so young, although Sarah Kinney was young when she had her, but in the photo, she's Laura's age, maybe younger -- she finally pockets it. Or rather, puts it somewhere on her person, as there's not a lot of fabric currently covering her. "I don't understand their criteria for choosing items."

This photo, after all, is not hers. It's not something she needs. She knows what her mother looks like, already has a picture of her; she doesn't require another reminder. But maybe it's not about Sarah; maybe it's about Debbie, for once.