A woman went out to throw out the trash one evening and found a nearly new sofa in the dumpster. She decided to take it home. At home, she and her husband had started fixing the sofa, but suddenly her husband shouted, “Look what this is…” 

Emma went out to throw out the trash one evening. The yard was ordinary, quiet, and gray. An old sofa and a few bags were sitting near the dumpsters. At that moment, a small truck pulled up to the dumpster. Two guys got out, quickly unloaded the battered chair, and drove off without even looking back.

Emma walked closer. The chair was old, the fabric was worn, the armrest was torn, but the shape was sturdy and the frame was intact.

“Strange, why throw something like that away,” she thought. “A little effort, and it will be as good as new.”

She stood there for a couple of minutes, then made up her mind and dragged the chair to the entrance. With difficulty, she dragged it into the apartment.

“Are you serious?” “Her husband, Daniel, was surprised when he saw the find. “Are we collecting furniture from the street now?”

“Look closely,” Emma replied calmly. “The frame is sturdy. We’ll replace the upholstery, and it’ll be a great chair. You won’t be able to get up from it.”

Daniel shook his head, but smiled.

“Okay, since you brought it, let’s try it. Only if there are cockroaches in it, I’m taking it back.”

They carried the chair into the room. Daniel took his tools and began carefully removing the old fabric. Emma, ​​meanwhile, took out some thick, light-colored fabric, some thread, and set the sewing machine on the table.

“Who even assembled this?” Daniel grumbled, ripping out the staples. “It’s firmly attached, but it’s done haphazardly. It’s clear the work wasn’t done by a professional.”

He removed the upholstery from the backrest and moved on to the seat. When the fabric was almost gone, he suddenly froze.

“Emma… come here. Quickly.”

There was something strange in his voice. Emma walked over and leaned toward the chair.

What they saw inside sent a chill through them. 

He pulled back the stuffing, revealing a package. Then a second. And a third.

They were neatly folded wads of hundred-dollar bills, tied with rubber bands.

Emma and Daniel looked at each other silently.

“Where are they from?” Emma asked quietly.

“If the chair was thrown out, that means no one wants it…” Daniel said slowly. “That means whoever threw it out didn’t know about the money. Or…”

He fell silent.

“Or maybe it’s someone’s evidence,” Emma finished. “Maybe it’s related to the crime.”

The room grew unusually quiet.

“What should we do? Call the police?” she asked.

Daniel ran his hand through his hair and looked at the money again.

“Or… maybe buy tickets and go on vacation?”

They stood in the middle of the room, and on the floor lay something that could either change their lives or ruin it.