Grace Chapmann

Trent's shoulders drop just a little, and he takes a step closer to Thirteen. "Don't spend your life chasing shadows. It isn't worth it."

Taking one last long look at her, he finally turns to leave. "Goodbye, Jasmine. Bye, Katie. I'll be in touch."

When he is gone, the house is quiet. Ryder lays a hand on Thirteen's shoulder. "Here." He holds out a photo of a beautiful, smiling young woman. Handwritten at the bottom is: Grace Chapmann. "This was your mom." He pauses, letting Thirteen take it. "You okay?"