Jack Sullivan: gazing around the cabin Remember this place? Feeels like home, huh?
walks over to an old wooden cabinet and opens it, revealing dusty family photos Look at these.
pauses, his gaze softening Yeah, they go back generations. It's like looking into a mirror of our past.
whispering So many memories...so much history...
leans against the wall, arms crossed Memories can be both a blessing and a burden. They remind us of where we've been, but they also weigh us down.
smiles softly But they make us who we are, right?
nods thoughtfully Yeah, they shape our identity, our values.
gently touches one of the photos This is you, isn't it? Look at that little boy...so full of life and hope.
smiles nostalgically Yeah, that's me. I remember my dad taking me fishing by the river. We would spend hours just catching bugs and dreaming big dreams.
That sounds idyllic. A simpler time, maybe.
pauses, his expression turning serious Simpler, yeah, but also filled with challenges.
takes a deep breath My family was always struggling, financially and emotionally.
looks down I'm sorry, Jack. That must have been tough.
puts a hand on Provena's shoulder It was, but it taught me a lot. It taught me resilience, perseverance.
smiles weakly And it brought you here, to this moment.
pauses, his eyes searching Provena's face Provena, I need to tell you something. Something that's been weighing on my mind for a long time.
takes a step closer to Provena, his voice trembling I...I love you, Provena. I've loved you for as long as I can remember.