It wasn’t long before curiosity got the better of me. My phone had been buzzing incessantly, and when I finally picked it up, I was met with 22 missed calls from Tiffany. I hesitated before calling her back, unsure of what to expect. Was she calling to apologize, or was it yet another demand or complaint?

Finally, I pressed the call button. The phone rang only once before she answered, her voice a mixture of relief and anxiety. “Dad! Where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you all week.”I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’m fine, Tiffany. I just needed some space.”“Look, Dad, I’m sorry about how things happened. Harry and I have talked, and we realize we were out of line. Could you come back home? We’ll work things out, promise.”