I had something serious to discuss.
When I confronted Lily, she slammed our dirty, crumpled wedding photo to the floor.
I took a glance at it.
It only showed Lily, edited to highlight her alone, for the reason that she wanted to flaunt her prettiest statue.
Now it had turned into a symbolic of our fractured marriage.
"Andrew, really? It was just David's birthday. Are you that insecure to trash our photo over it? You know it's my favorite."
David looked on, clearly amused, waiting to see me grovel.
This time, he was bound to be disappointed.
I responded, "No sense in keeping what's already broken."
Lily bristled, poised to lash out again.
David stepped in, his hands on her shoulders, "Come on, Lily, no need for drama over a photo. We'll make new memories, take new pictures."
His words eased her mood, and she smiled at him, "You're always so thoughtful, unlike someone who only stirs up trouble over every little thing, making our home a battleground."
She shot me a glare and then turned to David, "David, didn't you bring something for him?"
David nodded, pulling out some pills, "Got these abroad. They work miracles for certain, um, issues. Might help with your stubborn situation too."