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 voice

if time

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

she spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his face, neck, and

take a shower,” Grace said.

their bills low, he didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he

time, this scar had grown very shallow. However,

he would think of that

had abandoned him and

only thing he

he knelt and begged her not

her head and pried his hands

aside so she

Jason’s memories didn’t remember the

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

transformed into a

he fell on pierced his chest.

said that the metal had

to the left and

to save his

that time, he had told himself that that woman was

his mother.

himself off.

his father’s death, he

anyone.

he did not have expectations, he would never be disappointed.

was just that…

the tap, wiped his body dry

out of the

She was sitting at the table and

something.

having expectations of her?

seeing her

happiness.

those moments when she looked at him with

and smiled. Her smile lit

“Jay”.

sound of his name on

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

the table and saw some documents

table by her side. They were… copies of

original

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