She was quiet for a long time, and Jax didn’t push her. She was still in his arms, though, still running her fingers over his chest, so he just held on and hoped.
“Are you sorry?” she finally said.
Jax really thought about her question. It was one that he’d asked himself many times over the fourteen years since he’d raised his fist to Len Murdoch, mostly at night when sleep wouldn’t come. Sometimes, the answer had been yes; many times, the answer had been no. But what was the truth, the one deep in his heart?
“Yes,” he said to Sarah now. “Yes, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For Len Murdoch’s family, mostly. His wife and kids.” Jax hesitated. “I took him away from them, and they never recovered financially or emotionally. His wife lost the house, I know, and the kids had to leave their priva
