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.

After an unknown amount of time, her

asked. It was as if time spent with her passed extremely

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

as she spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck

a shower,” Grace said.

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

grown very

it, he would think of

who had abandoned him and

wound was the only thing he had left of

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

head and

him aside so she could leave,

rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t

of the day, aside from what she wore, how

transformed into a snarl, and

breathe when the metal he fell on pierced his chest.

that the metal

was lucky, a centimeter to

to save his life at all.

had told himself that that woman was

his mother.

walled himself

death, he stopped having expectations of

anyone.

have

just

his body dry with a

clothes. When he walked out of

She was sitting at the table and seemed

something.

started having expectations of

her smile, looking

happiness.

for those moments when she

lit up the

“Jay”.

name on her

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

side of the table

her side. They were… copies

her original case.

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