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 sounded in his ear.

was as if time spent with her

him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather

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

take a

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

scar had grown very

saw it, he would think of that woman.

woman who had abandoned

only thing he had left of her.

knelt and begged her not to leave, and not to abandon

had shaken her head

she could leave, he’d

rebar. Jason’s memories

day, aside

a snarl, and how he’d been

he

doctors had said that the metal had gotten very close to his

He was lucky, a centimeter to the

to save his life

himself that

his mother.

himself

death, he

anyone.

long as he did not have expectations, he would never

just that…

his body dry with a

When he walked out of the

She was sitting at the table and seemed to be looking

something.

having expectations of

looking forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to her

happiness.

lived for those moments when she looked

Her smile lit up the whole room.

“Jay”.

the sound of his name on her

I’ll help you blow dry your hair,” she said as

to the side of the table and saw some documents

by her side. They were… copies of

her original

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