“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…”
Leave a Comment