Mr. Benjamin sat in his room, lost in thought. He couldn't believe he had met Helen all these years later. He had known she looked familiar when they bumped into each other in the coffee shop, but he had no idea it was her until now. He wondered why she didn't reveal her identity then. He stood up and began pacing around the room, feeling guilty for not recognizing the woman he once loved.
His mind drifted back to the day they met, twenty-four years ago.
"Honey, time to go!" Mrs. Benjamin yelled from upstairs, her voice echoing through the house. The sound of rackets and people walking around filled the background as Mr. Benjamin made his way downstairs. He found his wife yelling on the phone, her face red with anger.
"Honey, the doctor said not to yell, think about your heart,"
