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.

unknown amount of time, her voice suddenly sounded in his

as if time spent with

two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My

off the fine strands of hair that were stuck

take a shower,” Grace

shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water

grown very

he would think of

abandoned him and his father.

the only thing he had

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

had shaken her head and

so she could leave, he’d fallen

memories didn’t remember the construction

the day, aside from what she wore,

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

the metal he fell on pierced

had said that the metal had

lucky, a centimeter to

save

told himself that that woman was

his mother.

walled himself off.

father’s death, he stopped having

anyone.

he did not have expectations, he

was just

body dry with a towel, and put

his clothes. When he walked out of the bathroom, his

was sitting at the table and seemed to

something.

started having expectations of her?

her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

she looked at him

smile lit up the whole room.

“Jay”.

on her lips

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

side of the

her side.

her original

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