The way he'd jumped up and the change in his demeanor couldn't have hit her any harder than if he'd actually reached out and slapped her. The pacing, the rambling, the flailing, the yelling-
"Sam, please." She put out her hands. "It's not the same for me. My father? He was a day old when he stole a herd of cattle. Growing quickly is a fact of life. My mother was three thousand when she took her life. I'll look like this forever." A bit flustered herself, she dropped her hands and folded her hands together. "I wanted you to know the truth. I-" She couldn't think. "I didn't want to lie to you."