I Bought An Old Couch At A Garage Sale — Three Days Later, Someone Tried To Break Into My Apartment Over It

grandparents.

Dark green velvet.

Elegant carved wooden legs.

Antique stitching curling along the arms like something out of an old movie.

It didn’t belong at a random garage sale sitting beneath a faded blue tarp with a forty-dollar price tag taped to it.

Neither did the old man watching me from the driveway.

I had moved into continue reading …