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

he asked. It was as if

“My skill isn’t too bad. In

towel and flicked off the

take a

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

had grown very shallow.

he would think of that woman.

abandoned

thing he

knelt and begged her

shaken her head and

she could

memories didn’t remember

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

transformed into a

when the metal he fell on pierced

metal had gotten very close

was lucky, a centimeter to the left and

save his

told himself that that woman was no

his mother.

walled himself

death, he

anyone.

as he did not have

just

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

When he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes

the table and seemed to be looking

something.

had he started having expectations of her? He

seeing her smile, looking forward

happiness.

lived for those moments when she looked

lit

“Jay”.

name on her lips brought him joy.

hair,” she said as she stood up

to the side of the table and saw some documents

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

original

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