Melinda shuts the television off with a click. She checks her watch and takes a deep breath. There are butterflies fluttering in her stomach already, and she hadn't even left the house yet. She walks over to the hall mirror and takes one last look at herself. 'This is it,' she thinks as she stares at her reflection. 'If only Greg could be here with me…'     The thought is unwanted and she sighs loudly. Now is not the time to think about Greg.      She grabs her keys and walks out the door, squinting at the bright sunlight. The paper holding the answer to her father's whereabouts is clenched tightly in her left hand. She glances at it quickly to re-read the address, even though she has already committed it to memory. The drive would only take about ten minutes or so.      It isn't long before she is driving slowly down an unfamiliar street, straining her eyes to see the house numbers. 233... 235… 237. She pulls over and gazes at the house in front of her. 237 Emerson Way. This is it.