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.

amount of time, her voice suddenly

if time spent with her passed

She smiled, took two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s

dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his face, neck, and

a shower,” Grace

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

grown

saw it, he would think

woman who had abandoned him and

this wound was the only thing he had left of

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

had shaken her head and

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

of rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t remember

of the day, aside from

into a snarl, and how he’d

when the metal he fell on

said that the metal had gotten very close to his

a centimeter to the left

to save his life at all.

he had told himself

his mother.

himself

father’s death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

not have expectations, he would never be disappointed.

just that…

the tap, wiped his body dry with a towel,

out

Grace. She was sitting at the table and

something.

started having expectations of

seeing her

happiness.

for those moments when she

lit up the

“Jay”.

of his name on her

help you blow dry your hair,”

of the table and saw some documents

the table by her side. They were… copies of the

original case.

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