He gets up and pulls the other chair next to hers. He sits down and takes a deep breath.      "I called you repeatedly the night you left. And I started getting worried when there wasn't an answer. So I went over to your place, only to find the house locked up. Your car was in the driveway, but you were nowhere to be found." He shakes his head, remembering. "I panicked," he says, spreading his hands on his knees. "I went home, got my spare key and let myself in. You didn't leave any clue to where you had gone. And I was getting more and more worried."      Melinda nods. "I left as quickly as I could," she says quietly. "I needed an escape…" She drifts off, waiting for Greg to continue.      "The first thing I did was call Wayne. I figured you might have gone over there to see him, or maybe you had met him somewhere…" He pauses uncomfortably, a small frown darkening his features. "But he said that he hadn't seen you since that afternoon. When I told him the situation, he started getting worried, too. So he gave me your father's phone number, figuring you had gone over there to maybe patch things up. But you weren't there either," he says, looking up at her. "And he got worried, too."      "We decided to meet at Wayne's house to discuss the situation. We all wanted to go out looking for you, but Genevieve felt that we should have some sort of plan first. I suppose she was right," he says, a small smile on his lips.      Melinda smiles, amused. "Thank goodness there was a woman there to keep some kind of order," she says, laughter in her voice.      Greg chuckles. "She kept us from doing anything rash, anyway. It was a good thing she was there. She ended up serving as a sort of clearing house while the rest of us went out and looked for you. We would check back regularly and she would update us on the status of everyone else. After a few hours without any luck, we decided to check back the next morning. We were all hoping you would magically show up. I decided to go back to your house and stay there just in case you came home. Well, just as I was about to leave, Wayne pulls me aside and tells me he thinks he knows why you've gone."      Greg pauses, swallows hard and walks to the window. He looks out onto the resort, his eyes faraway. Melinda watches him watch the palm trees sway gently in the warm island breeze, a frown forming across her forehead. She knew what he was about to say next.