Two people occupy space in a house. They speak to each other as infrequently as possible. If they exchange glances, it is with smoldering stares that could melt lead. Their days as a couple are numbered, though neither has admitted it to themselves and certainly not the other. Separation is immanent. Divorce isn't far behind. They have family law in their futures.
Sometimes witnesses say incredibly stupid things. They create evidence as they go. Here's a favorite:
What is it about many of our species that we cannot have it good enough? We have to try to improve our situation, even when our situation is pretty good. Rather than let the facts fall as they do, we have to make our stories better than the reality. We embellish. We enlarge our tale. We help reality out a little bit (or sometimes, a lot). even in trial practice, we have to frame the guilty man.