what they wouldn't do | DAREDEVIL

chapter forty eight

IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY!! please don't hate me i know this chapter has been posted for a while. i take full blame for the delay, life got in the way of me and i've been so extremely busy between work and spending all my free time playing bg3 trying to romance a tragic vampire. but enough about that, enjoy chapter forty eight if you haven't read it already!!!

It was around seven on Thursday night, just hours after Jason had banished her from Orion, and Sarah was...on edge, to say the least.

She'd given the phone to Lauren earlier, along with a flash drive of the video, which Lauren had promised to pass along to Matt right away. Sarah knew she was taking the coward's way out by having her friend give the footage to Matt instead of going herself, but she'd had a rough day already, and she didn't think she could handle seeing him right now.

Her ribs throbbed from where Jason had slammed her into the edge of the bookshelf, and the entire left side of her torso was bruised and swollen. It hurt so badly when she inhaled that she wondered if any of her ribs were actually broken. She knew she could probably ask Claire, but it felt odd now to ask for her help without Matt involved, even if he had explicitly told her to do so.

So instead she popped a few aspirin and winced as she tried to shrug off the button-up she'd worn to work. Quickly giving up on that task, she decided she'd just wear this outfit to dinner with her mother. Part of her was tempted to cancel, but she knew there was always the risk Anna would take it personally, and then Sarah's chance to see her would be out the window until the next time she was in town. And despite the awkwardness and the tension, Sarah did want to see her. She wanted to have a better conversation than the one they'd had before, to leave things on a somewhat better note.

It was a mark of how surreal her life had become that it barely felt odd to get ready for dinner with her mother just a few hours after trying to stab her own boss.

Her mind flashed again to the impenetrable material that had stopped her from driving the sharp letter opener into Jason's shoulder. It wasn't any material a normal suit would be made out of, and it was something she'd only seen once before—in the lining of the oversized suit she'd peaked at in Jason's office. Wilson Fisk's old suit. She and Matt had gotten Melvin away before he'd finished altering the suit to fit Jason, but it seemed he'd gotten enough done that Jason had found someone to finish the job.

Perfect. If there was one thing she'd always wished for, it was a bulletproof version of Jason.

But she needed to push that thought from her head for the tonight. Tonight she just had to get through dinner with Anna. Tomorrow morning she had her mediation with Todd—and after the stress she'd been through lately, Sarah was a little worried she'd punch him again just from having to speak to him. And after that...then she could try to reckon with what was happening with Jason.

At least for now the rain had stopped.

Anna wasn't there yet when Sarah got to the restaurant.

The hostess politely informed Sarah that only complete parties could be seated, but that she was welcome to have a seat at the bar. With a glance over at the well-stocked bar, Sarah declined, choosing to wait in one of the chairs by the door instead.

After ten minutes of waiting, Sarah tried calling her mom. No answer. Trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, Sarah told herself Anna might be on the subway, and maybe she didn't have service to tell her she'd be late.

Then just after the thirty minute mark passed, her phone buzzed. It was a text from her mother.

I'm not going to be able to make it tonight – so sorry honey. Xo Mom