She has her mother's eyes.
And hair.
In fact, physically, she's miniature clone of Meredith.
But that fierce determination she possesses, that's all mine.

Mine...

I love Monty and Simon with all my heart, even more than I love myself; is there any love left for her?

...Does she even have any for me?

"Nathan", she called me.
"Dad", she called him.

...why does this hurt as much as it does?
Claire was dead to me for seventeen years; I had gotten over it, damnit!
I don't know her. What kind of father can I be when I don't even know what her favorite color is?