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.

unknown amount of time, her voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

was as if time spent with her passed extremely quickly.

“My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good, and

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

go take a shower,” Grace

set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his

this scar had grown very shallow. However, every time

it, he would think of that woman.

abandoned him

wound was the only thing he

and begged her not to leave, and not

head and

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

Jason’s memories didn’t remember the construction

of the day, aside from

a snarl, and how he’d

the metal he fell on pierced his chest.

metal had gotten very

He was lucky, a centimeter to the left

to save his

had told himself that

his mother.

walled himself off.

his father’s death, he stopped having expectations of

anyone.

have expectations, he

just that…

off the tap, wiped his body dry with

walked out of the bathroom, his

was sitting at the table and seemed to be looking

something.

started having expectations of her?

seeing her smile,

happiness.

those moments when she

lit up

“Jay”.

the sound of his name on her lips

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

the table and saw some documents

on the table by her side. They were…

original case.

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