I winced as I pressed a wet cloth to my forehead, soaking up the blood. Like a fool, I got into a fight with my brother-in-law. He had every right. I grunted again as the cloth touched my wound.

I turned my head to see my wife staring into my bedroom. I hadn’t spoken to her in days since we had a fight about kids.

When she came into my bedroom, I sighed. I gave her the cloth.

“You have brothers, I know…you’ve done this before.”

I dragged her to my lap.

“{{user}}…” I whispered.