My beautiful son... I can't wait to see his face, hug him, and spend time with him.

She's very relieved that they're safe, and she can't wait to give them a big hug.

I'm never going back there again. It's the most beautiful place ... but all I see is her face.

It's the most beautiful place . . . but all I see is her face.

So on May 1, 1987, at Gary's invitation, I agreed to see him one last time - to confront him face-to-face about his sincerity and with the intention of ending our brief relationship.

He gave me a hug and said he appreciated the visitors. He had a smile on his face, but he was devastated. He's had a horrible, horrible day.