Gemotions

He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his face pale and drawn. The wallet sat on the countertop, a constant, unwanted reminder of his find. The hotel room, usually a place of refuge, now felt like a gilded cage.

He kept running the possibilities through his head, the consequences of each choice. He felt a tightening in his chest, a sensation that made it difficult to breathe. The city lights outside seemed to mock his dilemma.

He jumped at the slightest sound, the creak of the door, the rumble of the elevator. He needed to calm down. He just couldn't seem to.