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 voice suddenly sounded in his

if

back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good,

she spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the

take a shower,”

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

scar had grown

would think of that

abandoned him and

was the only thing

recalled her pushing him away as he knelt and begged her not to

head and pried his

him aside so she could

of rebar. Jason’s memories

aside from what she wore,

a snarl, and

when the metal he

metal had gotten very

a centimeter to the left and they would not

been able to save

time, he had told himself that that woman

his mother.

himself

father’s death, he stopped having

anyone.

long as he did not have expectations,

just that…

his body dry with a towel,

out of the bathroom, his eyes fell

at the table and seemed to be looking at

something.

when had he started having

seeing her

happiness.

moments when she looked at him with gentle

smile lit up the whole room.

“Jay”.

sound of his name on her

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

the side of the table and saw some documents

table by her side. They were…

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