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 sounded in his

asked. It was as if time spent with

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

the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his face, neck, and on his

take a shower,”

didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his head to rinse away any shorn hairs. As he glanced down, he

had grown

saw it, he would think of that

who had abandoned him

wound was the only thing

recalled her pushing him away as he knelt and begged her

head

him aside so she could

of rebar. Jason’s memories

details of the day, aside from what she

had transformed into a snarl, and

the metal he fell on pierced

that the metal had

to the

been able to save his life at all.

told himself that that woman

his mother.

walled himself off.

death, he

anyone.

he did not have expectations, he would never

just

off the tap, wiped his body dry with a

clothes. When he walked out of the bathroom, his

table and seemed to be looking

something.

he started having expectations

looking forward to seeing her smile, looking forward

happiness.

moments when she looked

smiled. Her smile lit up

“Jay”.

name on her lips

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

of the table and saw some

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

original

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