The sunroom at the back of the house is just as I remember. I can't taste homemade lemonade or smell oatmeal cookies without thinking of home, of the beautiful cliffs of Martino Bay, and I feel welcomed. But all thoughts of a happy family reunion are destroyed the moment I see him... He's as handsome as I remember: broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, hair the colour of burnt toffee. The man who...