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

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

while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather

off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to

a shower,”

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

scar had grown very shallow. However,

would think of that

who had abandoned him and his

was the only thing he had left

as he knelt and begged her not

her head and pried his

she could leave, he’d fallen

rebar. Jason’s memories

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

into a snarl,

he fell

metal had gotten

a centimeter to the left and

save his

time, he had told himself that that woman was

his mother.

walled himself off.

death, he stopped

anyone.

as he did not have expectations, he would never be disappointed.

was just that…

body dry with a

clothes. When he walked out of the

Grace. She was sitting at the table and seemed to

something.

when had he started having expectations

forward to seeing her smile, looking forward

happiness.

moments when she looked at

and smiled. Her smile lit

“Jay”.

the sound of his name on

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

the side of the table and

table by her side.

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