Gemotions

The leather was worn, softened by time and use, nestled amongst the spilled coffee grounds. Amelia picked it up, her fingers tracing the stitching. It felt…sad. She flipped it open and saw it stuffed with hundreds. Her breath caught. More than she made in a month.

Her stomach lurched. The money was a windfall, a solution to her own mounting bills. But she pictured the owner, frantically searching, the sinking feeling in their gut. This was someone's life, not just dollars and cents.

She closed the wallet. She'd call the police. The thought brought relief, a lightness in her chest. She needed to do the right thing.