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.

of time,

asked. It was as if time spent

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

off the fine

go take a

bills low, he didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his

had grown very shallow. However, every

he would

had abandoned him

was the only thing he had left of

and begged her not

had shaken her head and pried his hands free.

shoved him aside so she could leave, he’d fallen on

of rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t remember the

of the day, aside from what she wore, how her

into a snarl, and

to breathe when the metal he fell on pierced

metal

was lucky, a centimeter to the left and they

been able to save his

told himself that

his mother.

walled himself off.

his father’s death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

did not have expectations, he would never

was just that…

the tap, wiped his body dry with a towel,

When he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes fell

sitting at the table and seemed to be

something.

had he started having expectations of

seeing her smile, looking forward

happiness.

those moments when she

smile lit up

“Jay”.

of his name on her lips brought him

washing up? I’ll help you blow dry your hair,” she said as she

side of the table

side. They were… copies of the

original case.

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