Third Person POV
New York, 1952
Henry smiled at the young waitress who put his dark coffee in front of him, he nodded in appreciation as the smell of caffeine took over his senses. His eyes drifted to the New York traffic outside the small cafe. He had been in the U.S. for three months and was still attempting to settle in. A part of him hoped to see Grace, he knew that she had moved back to the US with her husband and son but he was not sure where. A sad smile took over his face realizing how desperate he seemed, the woman had not only cheated on him but had two sons with the man one whom she named after him. He had visited the boy's grave to clean it up and bring flowers occasionally, he knew it would mean a lot to Grace to know that her son's grave was well taken care of. He had tried
