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,

It was as if time spent with her passed

and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good,

as she spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands

a shower,”

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 down, he saw

grown

would think of that

had abandoned

thing

her pushing him away as he knelt and begged her not to leave,

her head

shoved him aside so she could leave, he’d

memories didn’t remember the construction

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

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

to breathe when the metal he fell on pierced his

said that the metal had gotten very close to

He was lucky, a centimeter to

to save his life

told himself that that woman was no

his mother.

walled himself

he stopped having expectations

anyone.

did not have expectations, he would never

was just that…

off the tap, wiped his body dry with a

his clothes. When he walked out

Grace. She was sitting at the table and seemed

something.

having

her

happiness.

when she looked at him

smile lit up the whole room.

“Jay”.

on her lips brought

you blow dry your hair,” she said as she stood up to get

the side of the table

the table by her side.

her original

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