We knew this moment was coming. The chair had to go. It was in the back of our truck for a week, waiting for a trip to the transfer station. But until we tossed the chair in the pit, it didn’t occur to me… to check the cushions for anything that may have fallen out of our pockets.

And there it was, now out of reach. I will never know what could be in that chair after years of use. Now it vexes me.