20 years.
20 years had gone by since Abe died and Henry had fleed away form New York, away from Jo, away form the memories.
He traveled across the world, for the 3rd time, and tried to forget. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about Jo every single day. That was why he was back, standing at the doors of NY airport.
The city lay before him, exactly as he remembered. Henry wondered down the streets, not realy knowing his destination. Was he going to look for Jo? Would she even remember him?
20 years, he reminded himself. What would Jo look like? She must be in her 50s now. Would she believe and forgive him? Had she found someone else to love?
Before he realised, he was stranding at Jo's front door. Without thinking it twice, he jumped up the steps, knocked on the door and hold his breath.
The door opened slowly, an old woman came out.