If I had known that a mere argument would have such an impact on my life, I’d go back in time and tell myself how stupid of an argument it is.
“Mr. Smith?” The lawyer said louder than before, papers in hand, handing them over to me.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I must’ve dozed off a bit there,” I couldn’t help but scratch the back of my neck in embarrassment.
“It’s fine, i was just asking how all this ha...