Walking downstairs, he sits on the chair, his head falling back. His body is exhausted but not as much as his mind. That is worse. He knew letting himself love Melodie would be a struggle and battle, just never this hard.
He picks up the phone. Hitting call, he waits.
"Now what, Jax?" He hears Simon's voice.
"She knows. I will explain to her that she can't tell anyone else and give her a cover story. She doesn't want to do the funeral, Simon. She left it to us." Jax shakes his head. He had hoped she would get involved, but clearly not.
"Figured. As soon as you mentioned Melodie asking about the money, I knew she would step back, so I have been sorting it. This Saturday, Jax. I am going to be sending you all the details later today, so watch for the message."
Jax nods. At least that
