She felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown, not just mentally from the years of secrets she'd been keeping for the sake of the club but, also physically from the last couple months. As Boyd rubbed her shoulder she shuddered slightly, before talking a breath to calm herself. Tara allowed him to guide her to a chair, her body seeming to go on autopilot as she sat down after pulling the piece she was carrying from the back of her jeans and placing it on the table near her along with her bag.

Her own gaze fell on Jimmy for a mere moment and then she was staring at the ground. Where the hell did she even start? "Don't know where to start, hell I wasn't even supposed to leave Charming, let alone California." She admitted suddenly, ever since Otto killed the nurse at Stockton with the cross she brought him, well she was sure she'd be going to jail for being an accessory to murder and had been told to stick around.

Normally, a strong woman she just wanted to crawl into a hole here in Harlan and never look back.