Greg sets his suitcases by the dresser and then stops to take a look around the room.      "Not a bad place here," he comments, grinning. "Tacky and tropical-just my style!"      Melinda laughs and nods her head. "When I walked in here the first time, I immediately thought of you and knew you would love it." She sits down by the fireplace and looks down at her hands. "I never thought I would actually get to share it with you," she says quietly, her voice growing serious.      Greg walks over to her and bends down in front of her, placing a reassuring hand on her knee. "I was so worried about you," he says softly. "We all were."      "Who's we?" she asks curiously.      He looks into her eyes and says slowly, "Your father, Genevieve, Wayne…"      Melinda sits back in surprise, her eyes wide. Dumbfounded, she waits for an explanation.