She frowned again. "You can't feel somethin' you've never felt or been given." She looked away again. Faith hadn't meant to say that. She seemed to be saying a lot lately that she didn't want to. It was being stuck in this place, with the woman who'd killed the guy she thought of as a father, and who had put her in a coma. She was off her game by a lot. She was slipping up.
"I've done...things...that I don't like, okay? I can't ever be like that again. 'Sides, life hit me pretty quickly, so it's not like I was like that for long." She was probably lucky she even made it out of the hospital, in the long run. When she was little she used to pretend that something had happened to her real parents, and she'd gone home with the wrong people, or had even been stolen from her parents. But as she grew up and learned more about her parents, she knew just how like them she was.