When Melinda opens her eyes the next morning, she feels a sense of contentment. She sighs deeply and looks over at the sleeping figure of Greg beside her. Their night had been magical.      Reluctantly she gets out of bed, intent on making coffee and fixing the both of them some breakfast. But then a thought hits her. She feels her heart sink and begins trembling. 'I'm meeting Wayne today,' she thinks, looking over at Greg with an intense feeling of guilt and dread. Wayne is the last person she wants to see.      She makes her way downstairs, her mind a flurry of thoughts of how she can get out of their arranged meeting. She prepares the coffee and then sits down in front of the phone in the kitchen. Before she can talk herself out of it, she picks up the phone and dials Wayne's number. As she hears the phone ringing on the other end of the line, she prays that Genevieve doesn't pick up the phone.      "Hello?"      It's Wayne's voice. She breathes a sigh of relief.      "Wayne? It's Melinda," she says.      "Melinda! Hello!" he says. Then his voice lowers. "We're still meeting at your old house, right?"      She sighs and musters up her courage.      "Actually… I think it would be best if we didn't meet, Wayne. I'm sorry."      There is silence. "Is something wrong? Has something happened?" Wayne asks, finally, sounding defeated and hurt.      "Wayne," she begins, her heart hammering in her chest. "We shouldn't be together. You have Genevieve and I have Greg…" She hesitates. "And I love Greg. I love him with all my heart." The memory of her night comes flooding back to her then, and she smiles to herself, remembering.      "Melinda, it's important that I see you today. Please don't cancel out on me," he says.      She shakes her head. "No. There's no way, Wayne. This is for the best. I know it."      "Melinda, you don't understand," he says, his voice firm. "I have some information for you… I wasn't going to tell you until I saw you today, but now that you're trying to cancel… I've found something. Something that I think will lead you to your father."      She puts one hand down on the desk, and presses her fingers to the wood, as if to steady herself. Her heart races. "What have you found?" she asks, almost breathlessly, her eyes wide.      "Listen, I know this coffee shop downtown. It's virtually deserted. No one will see us there together. I'll come by and pick you up in twenty minutes. And then we can talk about my discovery," he says, a note of victory in his voice.      "Wayne…" she stops, trying to decide if she should meet him or not. 'He has information about my father,' she thinks. And then she is convinced. "Ok," she says softly. "I'll be ready."      "Good. Thank you, Melinda. I'll see you in a few minutes."      She hangs up the phone distractedly, wondering if she has just made a terrible mistake.      She opens one of the kitchen drawers and pulls out a pad of paper and a pen. Frowning a moment, she pauses with the pen poised above the paper, trying to work out what to write. Finally, she begins.      "Dearest Greg,      I've gone out to run a few errands. I should be home shortly. Please wait for me.      I love you.      Yours,      Melinda"      Satisfied, she takes the note and tiptoes upstairs into the bedroom where Greg is still fast asleep. She reaches over his sleeping figure and places the note on her pillow, where she is sure he will see it. Then she bends over Greg and brushes the hair off his forehead lovingly. "I'll be back soon," she murmurs. "I love you, Greg." She kisses the top of his head gently and smiles.