She doesn’t move, standing there staring at the floor as we leave her alone. She is living alone but the only reason I allow her to be alone was on the condition that she wore a band that kept track of her heart rate, if there is any irregularity someone would come and check up on her. But since the last time she tried to take her own life, she hasn’t tried anything again.

“That went as predicted.” Jax remarks, when we are far enough from the house to not be overheard.

“Yeah, well, let’s see now… we did our fucking part, the rest is up to her… I just...