It was starting to hit him right in the gut that Tara wasn't just scared. There wasn't something nameless pursuing her. She was scared of him. She kept looking at him like he was the monster coming out from under the bed.

"Your stuff's still out there. In the hall," he said, commenting on the stupid shit because the harder stuff was getting to be too horrible to contemplate.

Jax walked to the kitchen, pretending not to listen for the sound of Tara following. "Where do you want to sleep?"