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.

done.” After an unknown amount of time, her voice suddenly

asked. It was as if time

back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad.

a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair

a

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

this scar had grown very shallow. However, every

saw it, he would think of

abandoned him and

this wound was the only thing he had left of

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

shaken her head and pried his hands free.

she shoved him aside so she

memories didn’t remember the

of the day, aside from what she wore,

a snarl, and how he’d

the metal he fell on pierced his

that the metal had gotten very close to

to the left and they

been able to save his life at

he had told himself that that woman was no

his mother.

himself off.

death, he stopped

anyone.

long as he did not have expectations, he would

just

tap, wiped his body dry

out of

was sitting at the table and seemed

something.

started having expectations

looking forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to her

happiness.

lived for those moments when she looked at him

lit up the whole room.

“Jay”.

the sound of his name on her lips

I’ll help you blow dry your hair,”

of the table and saw

on the table by her side. They were… copies of the

her original

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