She yanked open the second drawer of the dresser and pulled out a pair of yoga pants. She tugged them on as she tried to figure out what she was going to say to him as he talked about the shit he was better off not knowing. "You're right! You're right, there's shit you should never know, and I get that. You do not fucking know just how much I get that, Jackson."
She stared up at him as her jaw tightened. "You want to know? You want to know what the hell happened to my hand?"
"What happened to my hand was that I was grabbed in broad daylight from a park with you and our sons, by men that Clay paid to kill me. The van door rolled shut on my hand. Three broken metacarpals, one severed nerve, and massive nerve damage. Are you happy, now? You know. You know, now." She yanked a tank top over her head. "How much do you not want to know, Jax? Because believe me, there's a hell of a lot more where that came from, and it's all shit you'd be better off not knowing but I don't have that luxury!" She's both so mad and scared that she feels like she's going to be sick, and she's staring up at him because she has no fucking idea what the hell he's going to say.
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She stared up at him as her jaw tightened. "You want to know? You want to know what the hell happened to my hand?"
"What happened to my hand was that I was grabbed in broad daylight from a park with you and our sons, by men that Clay paid to kill me. The van door rolled shut on my hand. Three broken metacarpals, one severed nerve, and massive nerve damage. Are you happy, now? You know. You know, now." She yanked a tank top over her head. "How much do you not want to know, Jax? Because believe me, there's a hell of a lot more where that came from, and it's all shit you'd be better off not knowing but I don't have that luxury!" She's both so mad and scared that she feels like she's going to be sick, and she's staring up at him because she has no fucking idea what the hell he's going to say.