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

as if time spent with her

him for a while. “My skill

off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to

take a shower,” Grace

to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered

time, this scar had grown very shallow.

would think of that

had abandoned him and his

this wound was the only thing he had left of

and begged her not to leave, and not to abandon him

woman had shaken her head and

shoved him aside so she

rebar. Jason’s memories

the details of the day, aside from what

had transformed into a

metal he

that the metal had gotten

centimeter to the left and

been able to save

himself

his mother.

walled himself off.

father’s death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

did not have expectations, he would

was just

turned off the tap, wiped his body

his clothes. When he walked out of the bathroom, his

Grace. She was sitting at the table and seemed to be

something.

having expectations of her? He

seeing her

happiness.

those moments when she looked

smiled. Her smile lit up the whole room.

“Jay”.

name on her lips

washing up? I’ll help you blow dry your hair,”

of the

side. They were… copies of the

original case.

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