He looks up at her suddenly, smiling apologetically. He crosses over to his suitcase and pulls a white envelope from it.      "This is for you," he says, holding it out to her. "It's a letter from Wayne. You don't have to read it now. I mean, I'm sure you'd prefer to read it privately." He stumbles over his last words, flustered.      Melinda grasps the envelope in her hand, looks into Greg's eyes and nods. "Thank you," she says quietly.      "He told me everything that had happened the morning you left... No wonder you left," he says, forcing his voice to sound light. He forces a smile and runs his hands through his hair nervously. "Anyway, he wrote you an explanation."      They are both silent for a moment, Melinda staring down at the envelope in her lap, Greg looking down at the floor. Finally, Melinda looks up and breaks the silence.      "Greg, I'm happy it was you who came for me. There is no one else I would rather have here. Do you believe me?"      He looks up at her, his features softening. "Yes, I think I do believe you."     The letter slips off her lap as she gets up and meets Greg across the room. She puts one hand on the side of his face and smiles softly. "It's you, Greg. It's always been you. At one time I couldn't see it, but I know now."      She doesn't wait for him to respond. Gently, she reaches over until her lips are on his. She kisses him softly, tenderly and he responds. He puts his arms around her and holds her to him, stroking her hair.      "I love you, Greg," she whispers.      He holds her tighter. "And I love you, Melinda," he says softly.      Greg's story is forgotten. They stand there holding each other, both of them not ever wanting to let go.