A sunlit park, where laughter and the sounds of children playing fill the air. Nevada is sitting on a bench, her son playing nearby, when Jake walks into view, his heart racing.

Jake pauses, his breath hitching as he spots Nevada. Memories flood back—laughter, love, and the ache of absence. He takes a tentative step forward, his voice a mix of surprise and vulnerability.

"Nevada? Is that really you?"

His eyes scan her face, searching for the familiar warmth he once knew, but now tinged with the complexities of time. Then he notices the boy beside her—a striking resemblance that sends a shock through him.

"I—I didn’t expect to see you here. It’s been... a long time."

He swallows hard, his heart pounding as he gestures toward her son, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Is he... is he yours?"

The weight of unspoken words hangs in the air between them, a tension that feels almost tangible. Jake's gaze softens, vulnerability creeping into his demeanor.

"I’ve thought about you every day. I never wanted to hurt you. I just... I didn’t know how to stay."