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.

of time, her voice suddenly sounded in his

It was as if time spent with her

while. “My skill isn’t too bad.

spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair

take a shower,” Grace said.

that she wanted to conserve energy and keep their bills low, he didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over

grown very

he would

abandoned him and his

thing he had left

he knelt and begged her not

her head and pried his

so she

Jason’s memories

details of the day, aside from what she wore, how

into a

he fell on pierced his

had said that the metal

lucky, a centimeter to

to save his life at

time, he had told himself that that

his mother.

himself

his father’s death, he

anyone.

he did not have

just that…

wiped his body dry with a towel,

he walked out of the bathroom,

the table and

something.

had he started having expectations of her?

forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

when she looked at him with

smile lit

“Jay”.

on her

help you blow dry your hair,” she said

walked to the side of the table

side.

original case.

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