[Mary can't stop crying. She sniffs and hiccups and wails against his chest, his words and his comforting seeming to do nothing to calm her down as she clutches onto him. She breathes in the smell of his clothes, savors the sensation of her head pressed against his stomach, his hand in her hair. The sound of his voice.
It could be the last time she ever hears it.]
I know you won't.
[She uncurls one hand from where it's clenched against his back so she can wipe her eyes, though she doesn't pull herself away from him.]
Why us? Did...do they know? How could anyone know? I've never told anybody--not anybody!
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It could be the last time she ever hears it.]
I know you won't.
[She uncurls one hand from where it's clenched against his back so she can wipe her eyes, though she doesn't pull herself away from him.]
Why us? Did...do they know? How could anyone know? I've never told anybody--not anybody!