"You're not dating us. You're using us as replacements for your mother."
"I loved her. More than anything. She was perfect, and she was taken from me, and I've been trying to find her ever since."
"We're not her, Marcus."
"I know. But you're close enough."
Bree stood up so fast her chair fell.
"I'm done. This is sick."
"Bree, wait—"
"Don't contact me. Ever."