She looked down at his hand holding her own. Callie only a moment to take in the sight, the feeling of him holding her like that before he pulled her in closer. It was instict, a reflex, for her to fight him. “Don’t call me CC! Nobody calls me that anymore. I’ve grown up. I’ve…..” She looked into his eyes. ‘I’ve missed you.’ The words so simple in her mind, but her lips couldn’t say them. “Besides, I never got any letters. Michael said the same thing. What? Do you guys expect me to believe that two different people sent me letters, and yet the mail service decided to send them back to you both? My family got every other piece of mail, but the letters from you two? Is that it? What? Did the words ‘Return to Sender’ magically appear….on….them.” Her words slowed as the horrible truth came to her. “Father,” she whispered. “That monster. He….kept them….from me.” She wasn’t speaking only of the letters. She meant her friends as well. The tears she had fought so hard to keep from falling traced down her cheeks now. “You..you..did write. Didn’t you? I never..got any letters..from you or anybody else.”<br/><br/>Her fighting had ceased as she stood there close to him. She wanted to embrace him. It was more than just a passing thought she had, but once more reality interuppted. “Robbie..I’m..sorry. I really am, but,” She began trying to step back. “A lot of time has passed. I’m not the same person anymore. I mean look at me,” she gestured. “Things change. People change. Time moves on. You have to forget things….people….and grow up. There comes a time to leave childhood things, people, dreams in the past. Thee are a lot of things, people, from my past that I still look back on....with fond memories," she looked away from him, her cheeks blushing, "but you have to move forward. You have to grow up." She sounded so much like her father.  I mean come on. You can’t honestly tell me you still want the same things you did when we were kids and came here. Can you?”