When he returned to the car, his eyes were red.
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The following Sunday, Margaret came over without her disguise, just as herself.
She stood awkwardly in the doorway. “I won’t push. I only want whatever you’re comfortable giving.”
Mark hesitated, then stepped aside. “You can come in.”
Margaret smiled, fragile but real. As she held the boys, she whispered, “Hello, my little darlings.”
Mark watched her carefully. After a moment, he said quietly, “They’re lucky to have you, Mom.”
Margaret looked at him as if he’d handed her the world.
“They’re lucky to have you, Mom.”
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