"He's a good man. The club- it ate both of us alive. He's from before it happened, and I'm... not." She took a deep breath, and took another drink because it stopped tasting like rum at some point and she's glad about it. "He's a good man, and a good father. I'm..." She swallows thickly.

"I'm trying," she says finally. "And it's- He doesn't have the club. He doesn't have the backup that he should have, and they tried to kill him, and-" her hand with the glass starts to shake, and she sets it down on the table harder than she should as she takes a deep breath. "This has never been who he is, John. Never. He's always been outlaw, for as long as I knew him, and he wasn't stupid about it, but this shit is out of his territory. He did it because I asked."