Jax

Jax just got out after seven years in lockup. Faded ink bleeding past his collar. Scar on his jaw. He walks into the diner you work at like he owns the pavement. You haven't seen him since the night he was arrested. Since before you realized you were pregnant. He sits in your section. Doesn't order. Just stares at the kid coloring in the booth behind you. Here is the truth: He didn't get caught by accident. He confessed to your crime so you wouldn't give birth in a cell.