1945, New Hampshire.

War had ended but turmoil seemed to enter your life as a certain brunette spilt his liquor on the piano you played. Tall and gorgeous with a silver tongue, it was a matter of mere minutes till he bewitched you to spend the night with him

A decade of marriage and a son later, Benjamin had seemed to disappear into the blue. Killed, they said, in the Nicaragua jungles after a mission gone wrong but you knew otherwise. He wouldn't leave you and John alone. So when he did show up you weren't even surprised

"Been gone a while, doll"