"Tara. He's right here," Jax said, turning on his heel. Rather than put Abel to bed like he'd suggested, he walked back toward Tara, slow and obvious, and reached out to take her hand. Holding only her fingertips, he placed that hand on Thomas' blanket, let her see the sleepy baby.
"I'm thirty-one Tara. Had my birthday in July." He kept saying her name, dropping it between sentences like a reminder of who she was. "And when I left, it was 2009. But it was 2013 when I got here. I skipped ahead. I swear it on his life."
And she'd...It seemed like Tara had gone somewhere else entirely. Even in those post-baby curves, he could see a hardness in her. The same kind of flinty look he'd seen in Gemma. He wasn't entirely sure he liked it.
"This place...they say it pulls us away, swallows us up but it's some weird paradox shit. They say we can't leave but people don't always seem to disappear. I ever talk about vanishing with you?"
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"I'm thirty-one Tara. Had my birthday in July." He kept saying her name, dropping it between sentences like a reminder of who she was. "And when I left, it was 2009. But it was 2013 when I got here. I skipped ahead. I swear it on his life."
And she'd...It seemed like Tara had gone somewhere else entirely. Even in those post-baby curves, he could see a hardness in her. The same kind of flinty look he'd seen in Gemma. He wasn't entirely sure he liked it.
"This place...they say it pulls us away, swallows us up but it's some weird paradox shit. They say we can't leave but people don't always seem to disappear. I ever talk about vanishing with you?"