@samcrosprince ! ❛ it's my fault . . . ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐗 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓 , 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊 , 𝐀𝐍𝐃 humid as the daytime , especially as close to the bayou as the old mission house was . somewhere in the reeds a bullfrog croaked , muffled slightly by the quiet chatter of the rest of the sons of anarchy downstairs . pearl anne had stepped outside for a moment of quiet when she had spotted the slumped frame of a man who held the world on his shoulders near the balcony .
she could have left . she could have abandoned him to his own thoughts as he had abandoned her all those years ago . it would be fitting , she thought . . . but even pearl anne's heart fell seeing a father and a friend in such a state of grief . the door clicked shut behind her . she moved towards him and lifted a hand to rest on his arm before she hesitated . the hurt that jackson had caused her all those years ago stilled her hand . instead , she leaned back onto the railing and shrugged .
❛ few men are . ❜ people had a habit of wishing that they were better , or that they were perfect the latter was impossible to achieve . another beat passed and pearl anne's hands came to rest beside her on the railing . ❛ what really happened , jax ? ❜ why would the ira bother to steal an infant ? she'd been racking her brain trying to connect the dots since jax had first called her .










