Southampton
Meg awoke to the sound of voices coming up through the radiator pipe. She blinked a few times and then looked at the time. It wasn't even eight o'clock yet. Who could her mother possibly be speaking to?
Slipping on the pink robe her mother had given her for Christmas last year (possibly the only gift her mother had ever given her that she actually liked), she crept over to have a better listen.
She could clearly recognize her mother's voice, but the man's seemed foreign to her. She tried to piece together the conversation the best she could to determine who he was and what he might be doing there.
"There's no way out, I can assure you," he was saying. "I've spent years trying to come up with something anything but it's legally binding."
"Perhaps there's another attorney w
