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.

amount of time, her voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

It was as if time spent with her passed extremely

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

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

go take a shower,”

change of clothes and walked into the narrow bathroom. Knowing that she wanted to conserve energy and keep their 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

grown

it, he would think

had abandoned him

only thing he

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

head and pried his

she shoved him aside so she could leave,

rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t remember

details of the day, aside from what

had transformed into a snarl, and how he’d been

breathe when the metal he fell on

that the metal

centimeter to the left and they

save

told himself that that woman was

his mother.

himself

death, he stopped having

anyone.

long as he did not have expectations, he would never be

was just

wiped his body dry with a towel, and put

out

She was sitting at the table and seemed

something.

having expectations of her?

looking forward to seeing her

happiness.

moments when she looked at

lit up

“Jay”.

the sound of his name on her lips brought him joy.

dry your hair,” she

to the side of the table and saw some documents

the table by her side. They were… copies

original case.

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