"I know that this place is real," she said lowly. "I just... I feel like it's too easy. That I left a line of headstones, and here, what, we get a puppy and the boys grow up and we have another baby and everything's storybooks and white picket fences? I don't mean that I think you think that, it's that.... it can't be that way," she tried to clarify.

"The shoe's got to fall," she said softly, and she's nervous, jumpy. "There have been a lot of closed caskets," she said softly. "And a lot of people who just.... they're dead, but there's no funerals at all, Jax." She swallows thickly. "How can we have gotten away? How?" She's curled close against him, and her hands are full of puppy, but she wants to be as close to him, and so she tucks herself so her cheek is very nearly resting on his kutte.