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,

already?” he asked. It was as if time spent with

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

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

take a shower,” Grace said.

he didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped

this scar had grown very shallow.

saw it, he would think of that

woman who had abandoned him

this wound was the only thing he had left of

her not to leave, and not

shaken her head and pried his

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

Jason’s memories didn’t remember the construction

the details of the day, aside from

a snarl, and how he’d

breathe when the metal he fell on

had said that the metal had gotten

to

able to save his

that time, he had told himself that that woman was

his mother.

himself off.

his father’s death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

he did not have expectations, he

was just

tap, wiped his body dry with a towel, and

When he walked out of

at the table and

something.

when had he started having expectations

to seeing her smile, looking forward

happiness.

lived for those moments when she looked at him with

lit up the whole room.

“Jay”.

name on her lips brought

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

the table and saw

her side.

her original

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