Rushing to his wedding, he bought flowers from a little girl by the roadside…

She dreamed of dating you. Silly village girl Peggy. Jessica sighed and looked into the distance.

I really wanted to spend the evening with you, Jack smiled bitterly, glancing at the girl. I literally lost my head. I tried everything to get rid of that friend of yours.

She looked at me as if expecting me to marry her right there at the lake. Yes, it would have been better if I hadn’t gone to that cursed lake that night. I often told myself that too, Jessica looked at Jack and then averted her gaze again.

You know, I was so angry at you then, like never before. I wasn’t even afraid that the entire village would point fingers at me. My granny and I had a hard time.

Everyone had something nasty to say about the wayward granddaughter. I thought I wouldn’t survive. But then my Samantha was born.

Whose daughter is she? Were you seeing someone? No, of course not. We barely survived and no one would have wanted to date me. Jess, I don’t understand.

Samantha, your daughter, is she mine? Jessica was silent. She didn’t even understand why she had started this conversation. So many years of fearing meeting this person, then living in constant tension for months that something might happen to her grandmother or daughter, and now just taking and pouring out everything that was on her mind.

God, what an idiot I am. Jack clasped his head in his hands again. If it weren’t for me then.

You might be happy now. But I am happy, Jack. Not long ago, I met the man of my dreams.

You know, if it weren’t for that meeting with you, I’d never have met Paul Gill, never have known true love. They were silent for a while, each thinking about their own things. You know, Jack, I want you to be happy too, Jessica suddenly said.

Alas, that’s impossible, Jack shrugged. No, it is possible, believe me. You know, you need to start with a confession.

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