"I don't know. Mom and I had our ups and downs. I guess we were close though?" Buffy said, relaxing almost bonelessly against Danny. She put one hand on his thigh, absently drawing shapes on his sweats. "Dawn was fourteen and Dad didn't even show up at the funeral, much less want anything to do with us so I got custody of her. I was trying to be Mom and I failed so very badly. I almost lost her once. Dawnie I mean. Child protective services almost took her."