"I'm dead, back home." She didn't know if it'd ever make sense, if her saying those words - which she's only said to herself, to Jax, if they'd ever not feel like her soul's being torn out. "Because I walked in today and my kitchen's covered in my blood and there's the coroner's report, so-" She pressed her fingers to her lips for a second, her hand shaking as she closes her eyes and takes a breath.

"The day after I showed up here." It sits wrong, it sits all wrong, and she doesn't know what else to say. She doesn't know how else to say it, or if she even should. If saying it made it more... real.