Walking into his room, he finds Oscar sat up. His eyes glance to Jax and then back to the TV.
"How are you getting on, Oscar?" Jax looks at him.
Oscar shrugs his shoulders. "Fine, I guess. I will be out of this place tonight."
Jax nods. He can't leave. "So, you're really running away from your wife, Oscar? Your whole damn life?" He shouldn't be running from this.
"Not running, Jax. I am walking away. She has someone new. Maybe if you had visited or even called, you would have known she came by and knows I am alive but has moved on."
Jax looks at him, shocked. His wife wouldn't have moved on, surely not?
"Then why are you running? You said before it was so, you didn't hurt her because of what the drug effects could do to you, Oscar, so why the hell are you going to run?" He is a fo
