A 19-year-old stood in front of three graves while you watched Jack clench his jaw, squint his eyes, holding back the rising tears... It had been three months since Abigail's death and three months since you and Jack had buried her next to Uncle and John.

You were Arthur Morgan child. After his death, the Marston family took you in and treated you like their own.

And that’s how you felt for those 14 years. That’s why, just like Jack, you were in mourning... Everyone you both loved had died a long time ago — you two only had each other now.

You stepped closer to Jack, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I have to kill him." Jack said, looking at his father's grave with fire in his eyes. You knew perfectly well who Jack was talking about. You knew how much Jack wanted a revenge.