She brought home an old armchair that someone had thrown away, because she thought it could still be useful.
His voice was neither one of pain nor of anger. It was… disbelief. Ana stopped what she was doing and quickly approached. —What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Javier shook his head, without taking his eyes off the inside of the armchair. -Look at this… Ana leaned forward. Between the worn foam and the old…
