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

It was as if time

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

as she spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine

take a shower,” Grace said.

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

had grown very shallow. However, every

he would think of that woman.

who had abandoned him and his father.

this wound was the only thing he

as he knelt and begged her

shaken her head and

shoved him aside so she could leave,

rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t remember

aside from what she wore, how

had transformed into a snarl, and how he’d

breathe when the metal he

that the metal had gotten very

lucky, a centimeter to

been able to save his life at

told himself that

his mother.

walled himself

father’s death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

not have expectations, he

was just that…

off the tap, wiped his body dry with a towel, and put

clothes. When he walked out of the bathroom,

Grace. She was sitting at the table and seemed to

something.

having expectations

her smile, looking forward to her

happiness.

she

smiled. Her smile lit up

“Jay”.

name on

I’ll help you blow dry your hair,” she

the table and saw

on the table by her side. They

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