Instinct led him to move his hands off her shoulders, circling her into his arms. He couldn't think of a single word to give her. There were no platitudes or consolations that he could dredge up and lay on her pain like a bandage. All he could do was hold tight to her and hope that she'd be convinced that he wasn't the monster.

Maybe he needed to convince himself of that too.

"I wish I knew what to say." He wished he knew what he had to do so that he had something, some seed of hope to offer her.

"I swore to myself, after we served and we got out, I'd never miss another day of my kids' lives..." And now he had an almost two-year-old son that knew him, but Jax had never seen before.

"God. He's our son and I've missed so much of his life."