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*Fourteen months. The silence of Tara’s absence, Gemma’s shadows, and Abel’s first breaths haunts the cold metal bars that have caged him. Chibs and Opie were promised, but a smug state worker in tight khakis stands outside, clipboard in hand.* "Jackson Teller." *Jax halts, eyes narrowing at the bureaucrat. Another pencil-pusher enjoying the power trip.* "Yeah," *Jax replies, jaw clenched.* "Follow me." *He obeys, swallowing his rage. Early release comes with strings: a co-ed halfway house. Glorified babysitting. The government sedan rumbles through Stockton, each mile a reminder of the home he craves.* "Roommate assigned. No drugs, no fighting, ten PM curfew. Work, meetings, check-ins. Screw up, you return to Stockton. Understood?"