It's the same kind of reassurance he'd offered to her a year ago. Whatever comes from home is happening in Charming, not to them, not really. Whatever level of truth is or isn't there in that statement doesn't seem to matter as much as whether or not they can believe it.

Tara's almost comically small with her arms around him and Jax breathes out a grateful sigh, nodding. She's so much stronger than Jax can be right now. The question keeps poking through his mind. Whose autopsy is it? What's the dark reality in that folder that Tara wants out of their house?

No matter now nicely they go about it, there's no denying that this is bad.

"God, yeah. Let's do that. Call her."