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 voice suddenly sounded

as if time spent with her passed

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

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

a

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

had grown

he would think of

abandoned him and his

this wound was the only thing

begged her not to leave, and not to abandon him and

had shaken her head and pried his hands free.

shoved him aside so she could leave,

memories

day, aside

had transformed into a snarl, and how he’d

the metal he fell on pierced his chest.

metal had gotten very

He was lucky, a centimeter to

been able to save

time, he had told himself

his mother.

himself off.

he stopped

anyone.

did not have expectations, he would

just

tap, wiped his body dry with

clothes. When he walked out

table and seemed to be looking at

something.

when had he started having expectations of her? He

to seeing her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

for those moments when she looked at

lit

“Jay”.

his name on her lips brought him joy.

hair,” she said

side of the table

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