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,

It was as if time

a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact,

towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his face,

a shower,” Grace said.

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

scar had grown very shallow.

would think of that

had abandoned

this wound was the only thing he had left of

he knelt and begged her not

had shaken her head and pried

she could leave, he’d fallen on

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

details of the day, aside from what

transformed into a snarl, and how he’d been

the metal he

the metal had gotten very close to

to the left and they

save his life at

that time, he had told himself that that

his mother.

himself off.

father’s death, he stopped having

anyone.

did not have expectations, he would

just

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

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

table and seemed to be

something.

started having expectations

looking forward to seeing her smile, looking

happiness.

lived for those moments when she looked at him

Her smile lit up

“Jay”.

on her lips brought

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

the side of the table and

her side. They were… copies

original

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