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.

After an unknown amount of time, her voice suddenly sounded in his

It was as if time

two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good, and we’ve saved

off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his face, neck, and on

go take a

as he normally would.

this scar had grown very shallow.

saw it, he would think of that woman.

abandoned him and

was the only thing he had left of her.

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

had shaken her head and pried

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

Jason’s memories

of the day, aside from what she wore, how

smile had transformed into a

he fell on pierced his

that the metal had

to

save his life at all.

told himself that that woman

his mother.

himself

his father’s death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

he did not have

just

turned off the tap, wiped his body dry

he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes

Grace. She was sitting at the table

something.

he started having expectations of

looking forward to seeing her smile, looking forward

happiness.

when she looked at him with gentle

Her smile lit up the

“Jay”.

his name on her

help you blow dry your hair,” she

to the side of the table

side. They were…

her original

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