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, her voice suddenly sounded in his

if

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

took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his face, neck, and on his clothes.

take a shower,” Grace

as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his

time, this scar had grown very shallow. However,

it, he would think of that woman.

woman who had abandoned

only thing he

her not

head and pried

aside so she could leave,

memories didn’t remember the

details of the day, aside from what

a snarl, and how he’d

the metal he fell on pierced his chest.

said that the metal had

centimeter to the left

been able to save his

himself

his mother.

walled himself off.

his father’s death, he stopped

anyone.

long as he did not have expectations, he would never be

just that…

wiped his body dry with a

out

She was sitting at the table

something.

having expectations of her?

forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

those moments when she looked at him with

and smiled. Her smile lit

“Jay”.

of his name on her

you blow dry your hair,” she

the table and

on the table by her side. They were… copies

her original case.

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