You don't understand, Denise. He's a fucking pretender, he can be anyone he fucking wants to be. [She took another large drink of the scotch, wincing a bit.] He broke into my fucking house over and over again, you can't stop him if he shows up here. No one can.

[Parker went silent for a long moment.] My mother died and I started to pull away. Stuck around for two years after that before...

[She stopped, and she waited, and then when she spoke her tone was sharp and hissy.]

We kissed. I got sent to boarding school a fucking week later.