She didn't pull away from him, her eyes searching his. "I don't know how to tell if you're who I'm seeing, or if I'm seeing something that's not real," she said quietly, her hands coming up to rest on the old hoodie, on his chest. "It makes no sense, Jax. You- I know you wouldn't lie to me, that you wouldn't say that you weren't going to hurt me-" Her lower lip trembled as she spoke as tears slipped down her cheeks. She looked away from him as she tried to find the right words, to gather her thoughts.
"You'd tell me that you were doing what you had to do, so I don't know what to think, because- It's all that's left, isn't it?" Her eyes came back to his. "But you wouldn't lie to me, and- I don't understand. Abel was in the car, and then I was here and he was gone, and he's a baby, and you don't have the scars, and you didn't know Thomas-" She shook her head, forcing herself to take a deep breath. "Our son," she said softly. "He's twenty-one months, Jax. Is- Is this real? Is this somehow real? Are you not- you're not-" You, is the only word she can think to say, but she knows it makes no sense, none of it.
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"You'd tell me that you were doing what you had to do, so I don't know what to think, because- It's all that's left, isn't it?" Her eyes came back to his. "But you wouldn't lie to me, and- I don't understand. Abel was in the car, and then I was here and he was gone, and he's a baby, and you don't have the scars, and you didn't know Thomas-" She shook her head, forcing herself to take a deep breath. "Our son," she said softly. "He's twenty-one months, Jax. Is- Is this real? Is this somehow real? Are you not- you're not-" You, is the only word she can think to say, but she knows it makes no sense, none of it.