Shoes clapped against the cold mineral floor with a deafened sound that made her feel the loneliness attached to those gray and liveless walls. The familiar scent that was now meant to signify a home for Adda made her recoil for a second. She hesitated in front of the pinewood door. As she reasoned with herself, remembering she had followed all the steps to her apartment correctly, she began to enter.
The young woman was greeted with muffled sounds from somewhere far from the living room, but what caught her attention more was the green ugly sweater that laid on the light brown old couch. She frowned as she kept approaching the intrusive wardrobe, too focused on it to realize she had stepped on a ketchup bag. Her white shoes were faced with an explosion of red pigment that made Adda curs
