CaitieHarmful

Continue this story “Title: Slipping Into Her Shoes It was an ordinary Wednesday evening. Adam had just finished clearing up the dinner dishes and was about to take out the trash. The smell of garlic from their roasted chicken still lingered in the air as he washed his hands and dried them on a dish towel. His wife, Emma, was on the couch, scrolling through her phone, her feet up in a relaxed pose. He glanced at her and smiled; she had one of those quiet presences that made the house feel like home. As Adam tied up the garbage bag, he felt the familiar cool breeze of early autumn sneaking through the cracked window in the kitchen. The leaves outside rustled in the wind, reminding him that it was getting chillier. He instinctively looked down at his bare feet, which were resting on the cold kitchen tile. He needed shoes—just something quick to slip on before taking the trash out. His sneakers were by the door, but laziness got the better of him, and he decided against unlacing