"Oh shit..." Even half gone on morphine and hurting like hell, Jax knew those weren't happy tears. This was Tara sailing past the tipping point because of what he'd said. He forgot the pain in his own body as he stared at her, wished he could stand up and get out of the bed and hold her. Comfort her.

He raised a hand only partway, unable to lift it past a certain point. Even if he could, Tara had moved far beyond his reach and it hurt him in a way that had nothing to do with his injuries.

"I should've waited...Babe. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

What had he done?