That evening while Greg showers to remove the dust of unpacking, Melinda sits down in her bedroom and pulls over a familiar cardboard box. It is the box that contains her father's letters. By now she has read them for what feels like hundreds of times. But she pores over them again, searching for a clue she may have missed earlier.      She looks up from her reading when she hears Greg enter and sit across from her. His hair is still damp from his shower.      "Did you find anything new?" he asks softly, his face serious.      She shakes her head. She had told Greg that her father disappeared when she was younger and she had reason to believe that he was still alive. She left out the part about her grandmother and her mother's ghost. That was something she felt was better left a secret.      "I guess the next step is to actively search. I need to get out there. I have a few clues that I can follow up on, but it doesn't seem like enough!" She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "And besides, I don't have time to do the type of search I need to do…" she admits ruefully.      Greg nods. "I know, Melinda… You have a lot on your plate right now, with moving and interning at the hospital. Are you nervous about tomorrow?"      She hesitates. "In some ways I am. I've been wanting to do the hands on thing for so long now. I'm worried I'll screw up!"      He laughs. "If you screw up, I'll be there to fix it," he says, a twinkle in his eyes.      She rolls her eyes and pretends to be disgusted with him. "What a relief that is!"      He gets up, pulls her out of her chair and wraps his arms around her. "It's going to be ok, Melinda. No matter what happens. Everything is going to work out for the best."      He pulls back and smiles softly at her. She kisses him gently and then sits back down in her chair, facing him.      "You'll pick me up tomorrow evening at about 6, right?" she asks.      He nods. "Yup, I'll be here."      "Good," she says grinning. "Don't be late."      "Don't worry, I will be," he says, winking.      She stands to walk him to the door but he puts up a hand to stop her. "Don't bother. Get some rest, Melinda. You've had a long day."      She smiles and listens as he makes his way downstairs and out the door. She hears his car start and then fade off into the distance as he drives away.      "No, he's not Wayne," she says aloud, "but he's good to me and I like him. I really do like him."      She piles the letters back into their cardboard box, undresses, and slips into bed.