Tara stared at him, the gun still in her hands, and she tried to shush Thomas as she stared at him moving. "Shhhhh, Shhhhh, Thomas, it's okay, Mama's here, it's okay, I pr-promise-" Her voice hitched, and she scrubbed at a tear that somehow slipped when it shouldn't have, when she was in control of this. "It's okay, baby, I promise." It quieted him a little - the wails weren't as ear-piercing, and she knew he needed her, the wails were an extended Maaaaaaaaaaa, again and again, but she stood there, in the hall, until he came back... holding a baby.
Holding a baby that was like a photograph of what Abel'd looked like years ago.
"I- I don't- I don't understand, Jax, where is our son?" She was still afraid, still cornered, but now there was a whole other thing in the mix, she'd gone crazy, or he had. He'd gone crazy and stolen somebody's baby, but it looked just like Abel, and that's when she realised- the tattoo. His arm, the tattoo, the stylized letters that matched his chest, that he'd gotten in prison.
They were gone. "I- I don't understand." She said it again, and she took a step back, pushing Thomas' carrier with her foot, her purse left on the ground near where she'd used to be standing.
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Holding a baby that was like a photograph of what Abel'd looked like years ago.
"I- I don't- I don't understand, Jax, where is our son?" She was still afraid, still cornered, but now there was a whole other thing in the mix, she'd gone crazy, or he had. He'd gone crazy and stolen somebody's baby, but it looked just like Abel, and that's when she realised- the tattoo. His arm, the tattoo, the stylized letters that matched his chest, that he'd gotten in prison.
They were gone. "I- I don't understand." She said it again, and she took a step back, pushing Thomas' carrier with her foot, her purse left on the ground near where she'd used to be standing.