She actually laughs, a stressed sound that was somewhere close to a sob, and Tara looks up at the ceiling. "I'm- They're fine, The boys are with a sitter, and J-Jax-" She pulls in a breath, and it just comes out. "There's- There was- We came home, and-" She swallows, and her eyes flick to Frigga. "Back- back where I came from, the day after I leave- I'm dead," she says simply, and her hands shake as she says it. "We came home and the kitchen- it's covered in blood, and there's- the file, with the pictures and the coroner's report and the-"

She starts to cry, burying her face in her hand.