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.

an unknown amount of time, her voice

was as if time spent with her passed

carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t

a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his

take a shower,” Grace said.

the 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

grown very shallow.

would think

woman who had abandoned him

this wound was the only thing he had left

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

had shaken her head and pried his

aside so she could leave, he’d fallen

of rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t remember

details of the day, aside from what

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

when the metal he fell on pierced

doctors had said that the metal had

He was lucky, a centimeter to

save his life

had told himself

his mother.

walled himself off.

father’s death, he stopped having expectations of

anyone.

as he did not have expectations, he would never

just that…

tap, wiped his body dry with a

walked out of the

was sitting at the table and

something.

having expectations of

seeing her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

those moments when she looked at him with gentle

and smiled. Her smile lit up

“Jay”.

on her lips brought him

blow dry your hair,” she said as she

walked to the side of the

table by her side. They

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