The next Saturday saw us booking into a hotel in the centre of Newcastle. I’d suggested to Mark it would be a public enough place to meet up with his dad, and if Mark wanted to, Roy could go up to our room if we needed more privacy.
Mark and I had arrived at half past one; this gave us enough time to freshen up. It would also give Mark time to calm any last minute nerves before Roy was due to meet us in the foyer at 3 P.M.
“What’re you hoping to get out of the meeting?” I asked as we lay on the bed in our room.
“Don’t know.” He let out a breath. “I guess I just want to satisfy myself he’s truly sorry.” He turned to face me. “You know, Dad and I have spoken to each other more in the past couple of weeks on the phone than in the rest of my life.”
I nodded and reminded him that if things
