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

asked. It was as if time

She smiled, took two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t

spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his

a

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 shorn hairs. As he glanced down,

time, this scar had grown

it, he would think of that

who had abandoned him and

only thing he

and begged her

head

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

transformed into a snarl, and how he’d

he fell on pierced his

had said that the metal had gotten very close to his

a centimeter to the left and they would

able to save his life at

time, he had told himself that that woman was

his mother.

himself

death, he stopped having expectations of

anyone.

as he did not have

was just

off the tap, wiped his body dry with

clothes. When he walked out of the

She was sitting at the table and seemed to be

something.

having expectations of her?

seeing her smile,

happiness.

she looked at

and smiled. Her smile lit

“Jay”.

sound of his name on her lips brought him joy.

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

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side. They were… copies

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