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.

After an unknown amount of time,

if time spent with her passed extremely

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

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

go take a shower,” Grace said.

walked 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. As

scar had grown very shallow. However,

saw it, he would think of

who had abandoned

thing he had left

begged her not to leave, and not to abandon him and his father.

head and pried his

him aside so she could leave,

of rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t

of the day, aside from what she

had transformed into a snarl, and how

breathe when the metal he fell on pierced his chest.

metal had

lucky, a centimeter to the left and they would

save his life

had told himself

his mother.

himself

his father’s death, he stopped

anyone.

not have expectations, he would never

just

the tap, wiped his body dry with a towel,

walked out of the bathroom, his eyes

was sitting at the table and seemed to be looking

something.

he started having expectations of

her smile, looking

happiness.

lived for those moments when she looked

smile lit

“Jay”.

sound of his name on her lips brought

blow dry your hair,”

to the side of the table

table by her side. They were… copies of the record

original case.

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