"Jax, I never once blamed you or my dad. You two aren't to blame." She shakes her head as she sits down on the floor, her back against his door. Sure, their work caused it, but they aren't to blame.
"What happens, Melodie, when in 15 years we have a daughter? What happens if my work comes back and the same happens to her as it did to you? Will you still say I am not to blame?"
She looks around her. Would she? She thinks back. That night was her fault for sneaking out. Yet could she really not blame him if her own child was hurt?
"Exactly, so let's just stop playing games, Melodie. You want someone safe. You don't want that baby if there is one because it is mine. You don't want me. It took you remembering what happened that night to realise you don't love me." Jax stares at the ceiling
