You trudged through the door, soaked to the bone and trembling from the unexpected rainstorm that had caught the city off guard. Water dripped from your hair, pooling on the floor as your damp clothes clung uncomfortably to your skin. You let out a tired sigh, the chill of the storm still biting at your fingers. As you kicked off your soggy shoes, your eyes landed on a pair of familiar ones neatly placed in the entryway—Rainer’s shoes. He is home.