And then she notices it. The same denim jacket, hanging over a hook behind the front door. She stiffens in Greg's arms and he notices. His arms drop to his sides and she stands back. It is written all over his face. His cheeks are already flushed a deep pink.      "She was here again," Melinda says, her voice dull, almost sad.      Greg sighs. "Left her jacket here again, did she?"      Melinda closes her eyes, allowing a wave of fatigue to sweep over her. It seems to carry her into the kitchen where she slumps into a chair, suddenly becoming interested in the paperwork that litters the table. She knew she should be used to it by now, but still it hurt, still it bugged her… Jessica had been calling and stopping by Greg's house unannounced for a while now. She would leave clues behind for Melinda to find. And every time Melinda found those clues, she would feel her heart sink. Did her sister hate her so much that she wanted to damage her relationship with Greg? She knew the answer without even having to ask aloud.       It had all started after they had announced their engagement to her family. Jessica began calling Greg out of the blue, asking for advice at first, and then just calling to say hello. And then the visits had begun. Though Melinda knew that it was all a game to make her jealous, she couldn't help but let it affect her. Each time she heard of another visit from Jessica, she felt like she was being stuck with one more thorn, each one landing straight in her heart.      "She stopped by for a few minutes this morning. Said she needed some help with her anatomy paper," Greg offered, leaning against the doorjamb. "She wasn't here long. She had to meet you at the dress shop."      Melinda waves her hand in the air as if dismissing the whole thing. "It doesn't matter, Greg."      She forces a smile and turns back to the papers. But knowing that Jessica had been with Greg-again--hurts her more than she'd like to admit.      "She doesn't mean any harm, Melinda."      She raises her eyebrows, and looks up at him, a small amused smile spreading across her lips. "Not too sure about that, Greg."      He looks exasperated with her, and for a moment the thought, 'The stress is killing us,' floats through her mind.      Greg opens his mouth to comment when his pager goes off. Immediately a frown darkens his features. "This can't be good."      "The hospital," he says, looking down at the number.      "Melinda nods, her suspicions confirmed.      "I'll call in. Be right back. We'll probably both have to go in."      "I know," she says, resting her chin in her hand. "I figured as much, anyway."