Just as protectively as Tara stood in front of Thomas, Jax held fast to Abel because something was wrong. It wasn't just in Tara's confusion but the sheer wildness in her, crazed and wary like he'd cornered her with the gun.

"Tara, you need to listen to me," he said, his voice low and slow as if speaking to an angry dog. "Wherever you were and...whatever we're going through, you're somewhere else now and..." Jax trailed off, staring down at the baby in the carrier.

"You were pregnant when I got here. Fuck. I was still in Belfast. We were flying out, Abel and us, and then I ended up in this city."