THE NEXT DAY
CAILY GALILEO
I was nervousness personified as I sat in the beautiful restaurant the lawyer had asked for us to meet. He had asked for us to meet at 5pm as that would be the only convenient time for me since I finished work at half past 4pm.
The restaurant had been fairly close to my workplace so it had taken me only about fifteen minutes to get there and now I was waiting for the lawyer, Mr. Homes.
We had gone over most of the terms of the contract over the phone earlier and the terms were very reasonable, too reasonable in fact.
Sitting here, I was left wondering if I was really taking the right step. Yes, I was desperate to get money and yes, I was quite desperate to also not be home when Dylan came begging but was all that worth what I was about to do?
Yes, there
