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My father’s eyes finally met mine. And in them, I saw the man he had been, the man he became, and someone else entirely—the man who finally realized the consequences of his choices.
“I’m sorry,” he said. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just honestly. “I shouldn’t have done that to her. Or to you. I don’t know why I reacted like that. The empty box… it was supposed to be a joke.”
“No. It wasn’t.”
He picked up the empty gift box and set it gently beside him, as if recognizing the symbolism for the first time—what it meant to give nothing, to offer nothing, to be nothing.
And then he looked at Ava again, a tremor in his voice.
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