Sitting, Tara nods a little as she stares down at her fingers. "I thought this was over. I thought, because we were here, that this shit was over." She looks over at Katie, her eyes welling with tears. "He doesn't have the club, they could kill him, and I can't do anything."

She feels useless. She feels hopeless. Tara's shoulders hitch as she starts to cry, the stress of all of it being too much. "And I've thrown up three times, and I can't have a baby now, I can't." The words are thick and unintelligible through her tears - and she has no idea what the hell she can do. What she should do, or how to even move forward.