Meeting the Father

Secret Attic/March 2022

Driving there, I thought how strange, to be meeting my son’s father, a man he had never met and possibly would never meet. Still, I hoped. Maybe this is what this whole thing - the cryptic message sent through email, this rendezvous at a coffee shop at 10:30 AM on a Tuesday in October-was all about. Did Paul remember this was the month it began ten years ago? Was there a significance? Was this the day I dreamed of, the day he came to me and begged my forgiveness, the day he would leave his life and come back to us?