They drove up and down the city streets for hours, looking for Noah. At about five o’clock, Sarah’s phone rang again, and she pounced on it.
“Mom?”
Jax watched her face crumple in exhausted relief, and some of the tension left his shoulders. She disconnected, and looked out the window at the sunrise over the distant mountains.
“He’s OK?” Jax said, wondering why he even had to ask.
“Yeah. The cops picked him up and they’re just taking him home now.”
“So… everything’s fine? He’s not hurt?”
“He’s fine.” Her voice was flat, broken.
Jax reached for her hand. “Sarah…”
“No.” She pulled away. “Don’t, Jax.”
He froze, his heart beating too fast.
Fuck. Here it is. I’ve got to save this situation somehow.
“Baby…”
“No. Don’t call me that. Not anymore.”
“Why not?”
She turned to him now. “B
