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

was as if time spent with her passed

smiled, took two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My

she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to

a shower,”

change of clothes and walked into the 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 would. Warm water rushed

this scar had grown very shallow.

it, he would think of that woman.

woman who had abandoned him and

wound was the only thing he had left of

her pushing him away as he knelt and begged her not to leave,

her head and pried his

him aside so she

Jason’s memories didn’t

day, aside from

had transformed into a snarl, and how

he fell on pierced

the metal had gotten very close to

was lucky, a centimeter to the left

able to save

had told himself that that woman was no

his mother.

walled himself off.

his father’s death, he

anyone.

have

was just that…

body dry with a towel,

clothes. When he walked out

She was sitting at the table and seemed to be looking

something.

having expectations of

looking forward to seeing her smile,

happiness.

for those moments when she

and smiled. Her smile lit up the whole

“Jay”.

on

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

the table and

the table by her side.

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