Mary - PB)
She didn't smile much, not in public, not when /He/ wasn't there. Only his son and only his presence could warm her heart enough for Mary to be vulnerable. She didn't smile much because she was protecting her heart but he loved nothing more than to make her laugh. Her laugh was precious. Her laugh was rare. her laugh was a treasure and he would have done anything to make sure she didn't lose it.
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