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.

he asked. It was as if time

smiled, took two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My

the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his

take a shower,”

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

scar had grown very shallow. However,

saw it, he would think

woman who had abandoned him and his father.

only thing

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

head and pried his hands free.

aside so she could leave,

of rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t remember the

aside from what she wore,

into a

the metal he fell on pierced his

said that the metal had gotten

lucky, a centimeter to the left and they would not

been able to save

had told himself that that woman

his mother.

himself off.

death, he stopped having expectations of

anyone.

long as he did not have expectations, he would never

just that…

wiped his body dry with a towel, and put

When he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes

at the table and seemed to be looking

something.

when had he started having expectations

forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

when she looked at

Her smile lit up the whole

“Jay”.

the sound of his name on her lips

hair,” she

walked to the side of the table and saw some

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

original

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