Ten minutes later she is standing face to face with the door that had induced so many butterflies only weeks earlier. And now here she was again, just as nervous, but with so much more to lose.      Before she can even knock, the door is swept open and she is greeted with a rush of warm air from the house inside. She reads relief on the face of the man before her.      "Father," she begins. "Please forgive me."      "There's nothing to forgive," he whispers, his arms enfolding her in a warm hug. "Welcome home, Melinda."