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 voice

was as if time spent with her passed

for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad.

flicked off the fine strands

take a

change of clothes and 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 his head to rinse away any shorn hairs. As he glanced

had grown very shallow. However,

saw it, he would think of that

abandoned him and

was the only thing he had left of

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

woman had shaken her head and pried his

aside so she could

memories didn’t remember the

day, aside

smile had transformed into a snarl, and how he’d

breathe when the metal he fell on

the metal had gotten very close

a centimeter to the left and

save his life at all.

himself that that woman was

his mother.

walled himself

death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

as he did not have expectations, he would never be

was just

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

his clothes. When he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes

Grace. She was sitting at the table and seemed to be looking

something.

when had he started having expectations of her? He

seeing her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

lived for those moments when she looked at him with gentle

lit

“Jay”.

his name on

dry your hair,” she said as she stood up

of the

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

original

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