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 ear.

was as if time spent with her passed

two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too

the fine strands

a

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 over his body as he stepped in and lowered

had grown very shallow. However, every time

it, he would think of that

abandoned him and his father.

only thing he had left of her.

begged her not to leave, and

shaken her head

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

memories didn’t remember

day, aside from what she wore, how

transformed into a snarl, and

the metal he fell on pierced his

metal

to the left and they would

able to save his life

had told himself

his mother.

walled himself

he stopped having expectations of

anyone.

did not have expectations, he would never be

was just that…

his body dry with

out of the bathroom, his

table and seemed to be

something.

he started having

forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to her

happiness.

for those moments when she looked at him with

smile lit up the whole

“Jay”.

on her lips brought him

you’re done washing up? I’ll help you blow dry your hair,” she said as she stood up to

side of the table and

by her side. They were… copies

her original

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