Ava's heart raced as she heard her father's voice. "Dad, is that you?"
"Ava, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice cracking. "I was wrong to leave. Can you ever forgive me?"
Ava's emotions swirled. "I...I don't know."
Her father sighed. "I understand. But I want to make things right. Can we meet?"
Ava hesitated, unsure if she was ready. But something in his voice made her agree.
They arranged to meet at a quiet café. Ava arrived early, her nerves on edge.
When her father walked in, Ava's eyes welled up. He looked older, wearier.
"Ava," he said softly, opening his arms.
Ava hesitated, then stepped into his embrace. Tears flowed as they hugged.
"I'm sorry," he repeated.
Ava pulled back, searching his eyes. "Why did you leave?"
Her father's expression turned somber. "I was scared. I didn't know how to deal with your brother's death."
Ava's understanding grew. "I forgive you, Dad."
Their reunion marked a new beginning. Together, they could face the future.