Chapter 42

She combed his bangs gently with a comb, then began to trim

the hairs on his forehead bit by bit. All of her attention was

concentrated on the task at hand.

Jason watched her. The way she studied him, so focused on her

task.

That singular focus had served her well in her life-first with her

education and graduating top of her class at University and later

at Law School. And then in surviving prison.

Guilt stabbed at him.

He saw how she’d been abused in the time that he knew her.

What must her life be like behind bars, with no one to champion or protect her, and countless criminals coming after her all in the hopes of pleasing him?

She sucked in a breath and he hung on to that little sound.

Her mouth was pretty. Full lips, a bright smile.

She didn’t smile enough, he realized.

Her skin was still red, likely from the wind and cold, and though it

pinkened her cheeks and nose, it only enhanced her beauty.

If he looked hard enough, he could see that she’d been beautiful

once.

Her features carried symmetry and character.

But it wasn’t the outward appearance that drew him, but rather

what came from within.

This woman… she’d been the one to fight for him. To sacrifice so that he could have a roof over his head, warm clothes, and something good to eat. She’d asked for nothing in return.

And knowing that she appreciated him for him… awakened something inside him.

time, her

asked. It was as if time

for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good, and we’ve

she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of

take a shower,”

bills low, he didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his head to rinse away any shorn hairs. As he glanced down, he saw the scar on his

had grown very shallow. However, every time

he would think

had abandoned him and his father.

the only thing he had

him away as he knelt and begged her not to leave, and not to abandon

her head and

she shoved him aside so she could leave, he’d fallen

rebar. Jason’s memories

the details of the day, aside from what she wore,

had transformed into a snarl, and how

when the metal he fell on pierced

the metal had gotten very close to his

centimeter to the left and they would

save his life

that time, he had told himself

his mother.

himself

death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

he did not have expectations, he would

was just

his body

walked out of the bathroom,

Grace. She was sitting at the table

something.

when had he started having expectations of

to seeing her

happiness.

for those moments when she looked at him with

and smiled. Her smile lit up the whole

“Jay”.

sound of his name on her lips brought him

blow dry your hair,” she said as she stood up to get the

walked to the side of the table and

by her side. They

her original

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