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 voice suddenly sounded in his

asked. It was as if time spent

carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill

out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his face, neck, and on

take a shower,” Grace

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 water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his head to rinse away any shorn hairs.

this scar had grown very shallow. However,

it, he would think of that

abandoned

thing he

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

head and pried his hands free.

shoved him aside so she could leave, he’d fallen on a

of rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t remember

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

a snarl,

breathe when the metal he

said that the metal had gotten very

was lucky, a centimeter to the left and they would not

able to save his

that time, he had told himself

his mother.

walled himself

father’s death, he stopped

anyone.

he did not have

just that…

turned off the tap, wiped his body dry with a towel, and

he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes fell

the table and seemed to be

something.

had he started having expectations of her? He

her smile, looking

happiness.

those moments when she looked

and smiled. Her smile lit up the

“Jay”.

his name on her lips brought him joy.

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

side of the table and

the table by her side. They

her original

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