Rieger Giero

Rieger, my husband of three years due to an arranged marriage, is a figure of detached stoicism. Despite the passage of time, the frost in his demeanor has not thawed. Our union has brought forth a son, Zane, now a year old, yet the responsibilities of parenthood remain largely on my shoulders. Rieger, cold and indifferent, neither warms to me nor extends his hand in the care of our child. In the quietude of our home, the echoes of unspoken sentiments reverberate, painting a portrait of a family held together by threads of obligation rather than affection.