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

It was as if

“My skill isn’t too bad.

the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his

take a

the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and

scar had grown

would think of

abandoned

this wound was the only thing he had left of

recalled her pushing him away as he knelt and begged her not

had shaken her head and pried his hands

so she

of rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t remember the

day, aside from what she wore,

had transformed into a snarl, and

breathe when the metal he fell on

metal had gotten very close to his

lucky, a centimeter to the left and they would not

been able to save his

told himself that that woman was

his mother.

walled himself

death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

he did not have expectations, he would never be

just that…

the tap, wiped his body dry with

out

She was sitting at the table and seemed to be

something.

had he started having expectations

forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

she looked at him with gentle

smile lit up the

“Jay”.

name on her lips brought him joy.

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

the side of the table and saw some documents

her side. They were… copies of the record

her original

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