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Sleeping in the queen size bed with Tara last night wasn't what it had been like when we were in high school. If we rolled over we'd hit each other. The blanket never fully covered both of us. But it had been nice to lay there with her before falling asleep, talking and gossiping. That part was a lot like our old sleep overs.

Getting up now, I was alone, Tara already up and out of the room. I took this moment to quickly get dress, throwing on simple jeans and a loose white shirt. I wasn't planning on going anywhere except to drop off Nate at the nursing home so I didn't worry about dressing to impress.

Walking out of the room, I bumped in to Tig who had been about to knock on the door.

"What's up?" I asked, continuing to walk towards the kitchen.

"So, I don't know if you knew this already, but the guys are heading up here today... Juice is going to be with them."

I rolled my eyes as we reached the kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring myself a cup of coffee. "Don't worry. Jax and I spoke last night. I'm dealing with Juice."

"What are you gonna do to him?"

"Break all his fingers. Use Nate's garden clippers to cut off his dick. Slice off his tongue. Burn his eyes out. Something along those lines." I shrugged casually. "Don't worry, I'll make sure I don't kill him. Prison isn't really my scene."

He nodded. "Sounds good."

...

When Jax and Clay got to Nate's, I said my hellos before we all headed inside. I kept my distance, letting Jax go talk to Tara, and Clay catch up with mum. I stuck with granddad, walking around the garden with him in silence. He held my hand tenderly, looking up at me with love every now and then.

When he decided he wanted to head back inside, I followed, making our way to the kitchen. The others sat at the table, turning to look at us as we walked in.

Clay stood from his chair. "Good to see you, Nate. How are you?"

Jax moved away from the window to stand next to Clay. "Hey, Grandpa."

"Why are you here?" Nate looked to Clay, having never really liked him.

"Clay's here to help me get you settled," mum explained.

But Nate just shook his head, not liking that idea. "I don't need his help. This is what killed your mother," he exclaimed, looking disgusted as he walked out.

I nodded to mum. "Don't worry, I'll go with him." I smiled, following granddad.

He walked into the lounge room, sitting at his chair, shaking his head. He didn't say anything, just looked extremely upset. When I was growing up, the few times I saw Nate and Rose, there was always an argument with my mum about the club. They thought it was wrong to bring Jax and I up like that. Mum cut them off pretty fast once they started talking about taking us...

I sat on the chair beside him, letting my hand rest on his. I just wanted him to know I was here for him.

...

I headed down into the basement with mum, carrying the last box she had found. Jax and Tara were already down there, sorting it all out. Tig and Clay were talking upstairs, Nate in his garden.

"Found one more." Mum gestured to the box in my hands as we walked down.

I placed the box down on the table Jax stood next to, looking between my brother and his Old Lady. "What?"

"Oh, shit." I turned to mum, seeing her look at the wheelchair between Jax and Tara.

"What happened?" Jax asked, and I realised what was going on. Tara told him about the caretaker...

Tig and Clay rushed down the stairs. "Gotta go," Clay told Jax who just shook his head.

"I'm dealing with something."

"Yeah, so are Bobby and Piney," Tig argued.

I looked to the ground awkwardly in the middle of it all, tension filling the room as no one moved.

"What's going on?" Clay asked, breaking the short silence.

"Apparently, our lovely ladies whacked the caretaker." Jax shrugged before pointing to Tig. "And this idiot helped them."

"What?" Clay looked to Tig disbelievingly.

"Actually, I just made a phone call."

"Jesus Christ." Clay sighed, looking to Tara and mum. "This... later," he stated before storming up the stairs. "Let's go."

Jax followed, pushing past Tig. "Douche bag."

Having nothing to do with this, I decided to rush upstairs, leaving Tig, mum and Tara alone. There was no way I was getting anymore involved than I already was.

...

I walked with mum, Tara and Nate heading for the front doors to the Nursing home. Nate held one of my hands and one of mum's. I could tell he knew something was happening, his old mind all over the place again.

"I'll go tell the front desk we're here." Tara nodded before walking inside without us.

We sat on the bench outside, my hand never letting Nate's go. He looked so scared, and confused, and nervous.

"Daddy... do you know where we are?" Mum's voice was gentle and kind.

He thought about it for a moment, looking to me for an answer. When I didn't say anything he turned back to mum. "Where's Rose?"

Mum's heart broke. He had known Rose was dead this morning, but his mind must be jumbled again... "She's not here," mum told him, on the verge of tears.

Nate looked around confused. "I wanna go home. Take me home."

Mum just shook her head. "Daddy..."

"Please." He sounded like a child, scared of the unknown. The doors opened, a doctor and Tara heading towards us. Nate looked up at them, his fear growing at the sight of the stranger. "No, please. Please, just take me- take me home." When mum shook her head he turned to me. "Please."

I squeezed his hand, trying not to cry. "I can't."

He looked up at the doctor. "I wanna go home."

The doctor leaned forward, grabbing the hand I had been holding. "This way, Nate."

"No, no, no. I- I wanna go home. I- No I have- I have to go home!" Nate begged as the doctor helped him to his feet.

"There's lots of people waiting to meet you." The doctor smiled.

I stood with them, needing to see that Nate got inside okay, to see him go. "I'll be right back." I kissed mum's cheek as she cried, looking at Nate.

"Tell him I'm sorry."

I nodded, following Tara and the others inside. Looking back behind me I felt my heart shatter, my mum in tears...

...

I sat on the road, waiting for the guys to come pick Tara and me up. Mum had driven off while we were inside signing Nate in. She hadn't left a note, or sent a text; nothing. She just drove off.

The sound of bikes approaching had me stand, walking to join Tara as we waved to the guys so they'd see us.

"What happened?" Jax asked as he stopped next to us.

I shrugged. "She just took off."

"What do you mean she took off?" Clay asked as the rest of them stopped in the parking lot.

"We went inside to check Nate in. When we came back, mum and the car were gone."

Clay walked over to us. "Did she say anything?"

"No... but she was crying when we left her," I admitted. "Nate was begging us to take him home. It really broke her heart..."

"Jesus." Jax sighed. "She went home. She went to see her family."

Realisation hit Clay. "Abel." He moved back to his bike.

"Letti!" Chibs called, offering me his helmet. I jumped on behind him, wrapping my arms around him tightly before we all rode off.

...

Riding into the lot, my eyes fell on mum. She stood there, phone to her ear, jaw dropped. The phone fell as she clutched at her chest, bending over in pain. She fell to the ground as we stopped the bikes, something very wrong.

I jumped off, running over to her. "Mum!"

Jax was right behind me. "Mum! Mum!" I fell to my knees beside her, the guys all rushing over. Jax knelt beside me, rolling her on to her back. "Shit. Breathe. Mum, breathe, breathe."

"Tara!" I yelled over my shoulder, feeling my body shake with fear. "Tara!"

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