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I should have expected that my dad would hear about the flowers. They were sent to me while at work after all. Still, it was a surprise when work was over and he came to my door with his bags. We rarely ever went home at the same time, but I could see a determination in his eyes as he stood in my doorway.

“I’ve been working too hard,” he began and I hummed immediately knowing there was something else coming. He had always worked too hard, it had never been a problem before. “I was thinking it would be best if we went home together for some father-daughter bonding. What do you say?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “We came in two different cars.”

“I can always ask the driver to take yours home, or mine. It doesn’t matter, we can always choose a car, right?” the fact that he was stumbling over his words was amusing. “This wouldn’t be a problem if you allowed me get you a driver like I wanted.”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t peg you as a coward, dad. Why don’t you tell me what this is real