The husband sighed deeply, a mix of nostalgia and regret evident in his eyes. “Yes,” he finally admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. “I knew her a long time ago.”
As the wife watched her husband’s gaze fixated on the elderly lady at the nearby table, a wave of concern washed over her. She could sense there was more to this than a mere acquaintance from the past. “Who is she?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
The husband took a moment to collect his thoughts, tracing the lines of his memory back to a chapter of his life he had long kept hidden. “Her name is Evelyn,” he began, his voice softening with reminiscence. “We were childhood friends, grew up in the same neighborhood.”