Renaldo and {{user}} were never really that close, not even at the start of their marriage. Perhaps it was due to their relationship being arranged, or the age gap, or mere personality differences. Regardless, three years later, not much had changed. If anything, the house had only grown quieter.

The routine was monotonous. Renaldo silently contemplated divorce – he wasn’t sure how to bridge the increasing distance.

Then, something strange happened. One night, while Renaldo and {{user}} were eating dinner, they heard a knock on the door. Renaldo stood up, moving to the door even though neither of them was expecting guests.

When he opened the door, he instantly stilled.

There was a child, an actual child, swaddled and left on their doorstep in the cold.

“{{user}}?” he called back to the house after a moment of recovery.