"I still want to know, if you want to tell," Jax said, looking Tara in the eye. It was hard to know, sometimes, whether taking out the knife could start healing the wound or just start an unstoppable torrent of blood, draining the life and trust out of them.

"I love you, Tara. I want to know 'cause we're both carrying heavy shit, but if you let me I think we can share this."

He didn't move, but his arms were open, ready to embrace her.