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.

time, her voice suddenly

if time spent with

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

flicked off the fine

a shower,”

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 his head to rinse away any shorn hairs. As he glanced down, he saw the

time, this scar had grown very shallow.

saw it, he would think

woman who had abandoned him and his

thing he had

her not

woman had shaken her head and pried his

shoved him aside so she could leave,

memories didn’t remember the construction

aside from what she wore, how

smile had transformed into a snarl,

metal he fell on pierced

metal had gotten very close

He was lucky, a centimeter to

save his life

that time, he had told himself that that woman was

his mother.

walled himself

father’s death, he

anyone.

have expectations, he would never

just that…

body dry

When he walked out of

was sitting at the table and seemed to be looking

something.

he started having expectations of her?

looking forward to seeing her smile, looking forward

happiness.

for those moments when she looked at

and smiled. Her smile lit up the whole

“Jay”.

of his name on her lips brought him

I’ll help you blow dry your hair,”

the table

table by her side. They were… copies of the

her original

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