Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital waiting room seemed to amplify the frantic thudding of Leo’s heart. He'd found the wallet in the parking lot. Now, staring at the contents, a sense of disbelief flooded him. The money could change everything.

His father was critically ill, and the medical bills were mounting. This money could provide the care his father needed. But the thought of taking it, of benefiting from someone else’s loss, caused a knot of unease to form in his stomach.

He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the encroaching dizziness. He felt disconnected, as if he were watching himself from a distance. The waiting room clock ticked loudly, each second a painful reminder of his predicament.