I didn't have a mother when I was your age either. I know how hard it is. I do.

Melanie:
[When Evie walks on Melanie having a cigarette in her bedroom]
Don't ever start smoking. Evie:
Is everything okay, Mel? Melanie:
Yeah. [pauses] Melanie:
No. Evie, I'm sorry, but I think it's time for you to go home. Evie:
I can't go home. Brooke had a convention in Bakersfield. She said she sent you an e-mail. Melanie:
I guess I didn't check my E-mail. [laughs nervously] Evie:
I'm sorry, Mel. I hope it's okay that I'm here. Melanie:
Well, I guess it's gonna have to be, isn't it? Evie:
Her boyfriend hits me, Mel. [sits down on Melanie's bed and pulls her hair back to reveal a bruise on her neck] Evie:
He grabbed my throat and he threw me against his van. Melanie:
[gasps softly]
Oh, Jesus. [sits down beside Evie on the bed] Melanie:
Where's your mother, baby? Evie:
[sniffles]
She - she passed away. Melanie:
I didn't have a mother when I was your age either. I know how hard it is. I do. [she and Evie hug each other]