Tara's brows furrowed at the looked down at the top of the dresser. "I, uhm." She looked back at him as she inhaled and licked her lips. "We- Uhm." She looked up at the ceiling - anywhere but his face. She was terrified to look at his face when she said it; she was afraid what she'd see.

She tried to start again, her voice low. "A van door rolled shut on my hand, Jax." She closed her eyes for a second, before she looked down at her hand. "We were... out, with the boys. And-" She stopped, and had to scrub her hand across her face as she shook her head. "You don't want to know this. You don't want to know any of this, because then you know how-" She stopped as she shook her head again, her fingers pressing against her lips. "You don't really want to know. I know you don't. You don't want to know what happened, what made me this.... this thing, this person that used to be your girlfriend."

She finally looked up at him as she felt the emotion as a ball of anxiety in her chest, threatening to rise and choke her.