She was late. Well, punctuality had never been her strong suit. She was in a pair of dark tight fitting jeans, a loose white v-neck t-shirt, calf length black leather boots featuring an assortment of decorative buckles, and a cropped black leather jacket. Her hair was longer than when she had left four year ago, the brunette waves falling down to her waist. She made her way up the familiar driveway-trying to calm her breathing as she searched for his bike. She told herself she wouldn't do this. That she would handle the situation like an adult. Well, that was before she pulled into Charming.

She noticed that there were a couple of guys on the front porch. Some she didn't recognize but she knew those cuts anywhere and her heartbeat quickened. Parking her black '66 Mustang she came out of the car with a sigh, shutting the door with a little bit more force than necessary. She ignored the curious looks she got and debated whether to remove her sunglasses or not-but the aviators were a security blanket.

Half-Sack and Juice spotted the petite woman and watched her move around the car to the passenger side.

"Who is that," Juice asked to no one in particular, getting ready to make his way towards her when he saw her lean over in the backseat. Damn. She came up the steps with and cocked her hip, crossing her arms over her chest-her nice sizeable chest-before popping chewing gum.

"Where's Opie?"

"Inside," Half-Sack offered with a mesmerized look on his face. Juice shot him a glare that said what the fuck but the girl just stepped between them and brushed past, taking a deep breath before walking into the house.

Everything looked exactly the same. Not that she expected it to change much. Clay was sitting in a recliner with a beer and she assumed Gemma was in the kitchen. She silently thanked God for that, it had been a long drive and she was starving. It was Tig who spotted her first, looking her up and down, she cracked a smile before pulling off her sunglasses.

"I don't believe it," he hollered before racing towards her and picking her up with one arm, swinging her around, "Baby girl what the fuck are you doing here?"

Tig. Sometimes he could be a complete idiot. What the hell did he think she was doing here? Her sister-in-law had just died for God's sake. Where else would she be? She had asked herself that same question ever since her father had called her. The first time she'd heard from him in four years. And it had been bad news-she should've known. She hadn't recognized the number at first but when she heard his voice she had taking a shaking seat thinking that he was calling to tell her something had happened to Opie. And it had. This was maybe worse than what she thought it could've been.

"I came to see my brother."

By then Clay had risen, giving her one of those rare charming smiles. He pushed Tig out of the way before embracing her in her own hug, "Kat it's sure as hell good to see you."

"Thanks Clay. Look I'd love to play catch-up with you boys but right now I need to see my brother."

"He's in the kitchen with Gemma."

Tired from the drive she failed to notice the look Tig and Clay shared, like they were hiding something. She gave them both a quick peck on the cheek before moving through the familiar hallway, following her nose to comfort for her disruptive stomach. But as she rounded the corner she halted dead in her tracks. Sure Opie was in the kitchen with Gemma but so was he. So was Jax.