She wore the locket each day of her life with his picture within, and were anyone to ask what it held within, she simply said that it was locked.
The locket with those faded photographs safe within were always in full colour in her memories, always safe in her heart.
The locket, as the man within, was always so close to her heart.
Some folks wear emotional armour, Lacy wore emotional amour. She kept a picture of her love within her locket and every time she felt it move near her heart she was reminded that he loved the best version of her, the soft version that was honest and kind, and it gave her the strength to stay that way.