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.

of time, her

asked. It was as if time spent

She smiled, took two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t

smiled as she spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of

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

scar had grown very shallow.

he would think of that woman.

had abandoned him and

was the only thing he had left of her.

knelt and begged her not to leave, and

had shaken her head and pried his hands

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

memories

details of the day, aside from what she wore,

a snarl,

breathe when the metal he fell on pierced his

had said that the metal had gotten very close to

was lucky, a centimeter to the left and they

able to save his life at

himself that that woman was no

his mother.

himself

he stopped having

anyone.

not have expectations,

just that…

wiped his body dry with a towel, and

he walked out of the

sitting at the table and seemed to be looking

something.

he started having expectations of

seeing her smile, looking forward to her

happiness.

for those moments when she looked at him

smile lit up

“Jay”.

sound of his name on her lips brought

dry your hair,” she said as

the table and

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