know that you said you did not want to say good bye in an airport, but I needed to see you one more time,” he explained.
“I’m so glad you did.” Stefan leaned down and gave Melissa a long smoldering kiss.
“I hate to interrupt, but that was the last call for your flight, Melissa,” Brigitte said.
Pulling away from Stefan, Melissa breathlessly said, “Okay, I’m leaving.” She gave her cousin a quick hug.
Stefan walked with Melissa as close to the gate as he was allowed. Holding her hand, he said, “I will be here in twenty-eight months to pick you up when you return to Germany for good.”
That statement made Melissa smile. “You better be!” she said with mock anger.
Stefan gave her one last kiss and a hug. He watched as she crossed through the metal detector onto the other side of the gate. Melissa turned and waved good-bye to Stefan and Brigitte before she turned and walked onto the plane.
When the plane took off a few minutes later, Melissa had tears in her eyes and could not help but feel that the next twenty-eight months were going to be the longest time of her life.
Chapter 8
Chicago, May 1991
“And that’s how I met Stefan, and how he came to mean so much to me.” She gave Dr. Foster a despondent look.
“What happened when you returned to your home and told your family about Stefan and the plans you made to return to Germany for good?”
Melissa shook her head and looked away. “It was terrible,” she said with a tremble in her voice. “My father wanted to know about Stefan and his family. I remember him saying that it sounded like Stefan came from a good family. My father was more concerned if Stefan would be able to provide for me than how we felt about each other.”
Dr. Foster nodded as she made a note in Melissa’s file. “That doesn’t sound too bad. What about your mother and sister?”
Melissa frowned and looked back at her psychiatrist. “They were another story. My mother was adamant about me being too young to understand what love is. When I reminded her that she was only seventeen when she met and fell in love with my father, she told me that was a different time and that she came from a small town to a big city. She went on to say that it would be terribly hard for me to go from a big city to a small town.”
“Do you agree with that statement?”
“Maybe,” she answered with a shrug of her shoulders. “But I think that I would have worked through whatever problems that may have come up. I mean, I wasn’t going to move to an alien town not knowing anyone. My aunt, uncle, cousin, and Stefan and his parents live there. And I made other friends, too.”
“Okay. So what happened next?” Dr. Foster asked.
“My mother reminded me of all the things I would miss if I moved to Germany. She told me that she missed out on the last years of her parents’ lives before they died. My mother became very upset and, as usual, my father took her side. He actually tried to pass off my relationship with Stefan as a ‘summer fling’.”
“Is it possible that it was just a summer fling?” Dr. Foster looked intently at Melissa waiting for her reaction to that question.
“Absolutely not!” she shouted. “Stefan and I were in love. We wanted to spend the rest of our lives together.”
“Okay,” Dr. Foster said as she wrote something down on her pad. “So then what happened?”
“Well, after the conversation about Stefan, my father was curt with me and I knew that he was very unhappy with me. My mother cried a lot and when she looked at me she cried even more. My sister gave me accusatory looks and told me that I was breaking our parents’ hearts. And in the meantime, I was getting wonderful letters from Stefan telling me how much he missed me and loved me and that he couldn’t wait until I came back to Germany.”
“How did that make you feel?”
“I felt torn. I mean, I love my parents and