A day before the week ended, I got a knock on my door from a few tech guys from the telecommunication company; they were there to install the internet router.
After they had successfully installed it, I automatically plunged into reading a digital copy of the book Luke sent me from my lawyers. I spent the whole morning reading my rights and how to proceed with the case. At thirty, I was the first person in my circle of friends who was getting a divorce.
In the email, the lawyer also advised me to hire a different person who specialized in the field. A sour look loomed over my face, and I held up my hand in defeat. When I first thought of filing the papers after that day, I decided on doing most of the work myself. But now I knew it was conceited of me for being overconfident.
I picked
