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

was as if time spent with her passed

looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good, and we’ve saved twenty dollars.”

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

a shower,” Grace

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

had grown very

would

had abandoned

thing he had left

as he knelt and begged her not

head and pried his hands

him aside so she could leave, he’d

Jason’s memories didn’t remember the

aside from what

had transformed into a snarl, and how he’d

the metal he fell on pierced his chest.

had said that the metal

He was lucky, a centimeter to the left and they

save his

himself that that woman was

his mother.

himself off.

death, he stopped having expectations of

anyone.

not have

was just

turned off the tap, wiped his body dry

When he walked out of the bathroom,

sitting at the table

something.

had he started having expectations of her? He

her smile,

happiness.

lived for those moments when she looked at him with gentle

smile lit up the whole

“Jay”.

name on her

your hair,”

side of the table

side. They

original

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