Later that evening while Greg rests from his journey, Melinda notices the forgotten white envelope lying on the floor. She hesitates a moment and then picks it up. She holds it in her hands, flipping it back and forth and studying each side. Did she really want to know what Wayne had to say at this point? She sighs and closes her eyes. 'If I don't read it, it will haunt me for the rest of my life,' she thinks.      She walks over to Greg who is sleeping soundly on the bed and kisses him softly on the forehead. “I’ll be right back,” she whispers, brushing a few strands of hair off his face. She stands back and watches him sleep for a few moments. He looks content and peaceful in his slumber. Melinda feels her chest swell with tenderness. ‘I love him so much,’ she thinks. ‘I never knew I could love like this.’      She tiptoes out of the room and makes her way to the bar. It was sure to be crowded and noisy. She hadn’t forgotten about her close encounter with Ralph. ‘If Greg hadn’t shown up when he did...’ she thinks to herself, trailing off at the end of the thought. She really didn’t want to imagine what could have happened. Even if the bar isn’t the best place to read a letter, it felt like the safest place from Ralph.