Jax had heard about the shooting. It had been impossible not to, no matter how much he tried not to think about it. When Tara hadn't answered her phone the first couple times, he'd told himself to calm the fuck down. It's not like this is the first time that Tara's dealt with gunshot wounds. No matter their shit luck, it's pretty unlikely that Tara'd been at the bookstore.

When Shannon and Macha jump off the couch and hurry over to the door, tails wagging, Jax doesn't even have it in him to pretend he's not relieved.

"Shit, Tara," he says, opening the door. "You okay?"