The roses lay scattered across the ground, crushed beneath the dogs' paws.I clapped my hands and was about to turn back inside when another hunched figure appeared outside the gate.It was my father.He was carrying a battered duffel bag, and his hair had gone noticeably grayer.It had only been a few days since I had last seen him. Yet, he looked as though he had aged a decade. His back was stooped, and he stood there looking utterly defeated.He stared at me with tears streaming down his face, looking at me through the iron gate."Stella… I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have played favorites. I shouldn't have treated that ungrateful girl like she was precious, and I definitely shouldn't have doubted you."He dropped to his knees with a thud, gripping the bars tightly with both hands."Please let me come home. I'm a laughingstock out there, and even the hotel has kicked me out. I'll do whatever you say from now on. I won't interfere with the company anymore. Can't you just ke
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