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.

an unknown amount of time, her voice suddenly sounded

he asked. It was as if time spent with

while. “My skill isn’t too

off the fine strands of hair that were stuck

take a shower,”

normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as

grown

saw it, he would think of

woman who had abandoned him and his father.

the only thing he

and begged her not to leave, and not to abandon

shaken her head and pried

so she could leave,

memories didn’t remember the

details of the day, aside from what she wore,

transformed into a snarl, and how he’d been

breathe when the metal he fell on pierced his chest.

doctors had said that the metal had

lucky, a centimeter to

been able to save his

he had told himself that

his mother.

walled himself

his father’s death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

have

just that…

the tap, wiped his body dry with a towel, and put

walked out of the bathroom, his eyes

the table and seemed to be looking

something.

started having expectations of

to seeing her

happiness.

for those moments when she looked at him with gentle

lit up the whole

“Jay”.

his name on

help you blow dry your hair,”

side of the table and saw some documents

on the table by her side.

her original

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