When three college students bought a battered, pea-green sofa for just $20, they only expected a place to sit. But as they settled into their new apartment, they noticed something strange—one cushion felt unusually hard. What they found hidden deep inside the upholstery would lead them on an emotional journey, forcing them to make a choice that would change their lives and the life of a complete stranger forever.
The move to the new apartment had exhausted every penny Reese, Cally, and Laura had. Between tuition and rent, their living room was a hollow echo of empty space. They needed furniture, and they needed it to be nearly free.
At the back of a local donation center, they found it. It was a lumpy, dated couch that smelled slightly of dust. But the price tag was impossible to ignore: twenty dollars. They lugged the heavy, awkward thing up three flights of stairs, laughing at how hideous it looked against their walls. It was just a place to crash and watch movies, or so they thought.
As Reese finally flopped down onto the far-right cushion, he didn’t sink in. Instead, he felt something rigid and rectangular pressing against his leg. He reached into the deep crevice, expecting a lost remote or perhaps a few old coins. But his fingers brushed against something much thicker, wrapped in weathered paper.
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