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

was as if time spent with her passed

looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad.

a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were

take a shower,” Grace said.

keep their bills low, he didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over

this scar had grown very shallow.

saw it, he would think of that

had abandoned him and

was the only thing he had

begged her not to leave, and not to abandon

shaken her head and pried his

so she could leave, he’d fallen on a

Jason’s memories

the day, aside

a snarl,

he fell on pierced

that the metal had gotten very close to

centimeter to the left and they would

save his

himself that that

his mother.

himself off.

his father’s death, he stopped

anyone.

did not have expectations,

just

tap, wiped his body dry with a

walked out of the

at the table and seemed to

something.

started having

forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to her

happiness.

when she looked

smile lit up the whole

“Jay”.

of his name on her lips brought him joy.

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

of the table and saw some

her side. They were… copies of the

her original

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