Gemotions

The leather felt cold against his skin. This wasn’t like him, thought Henry, not at all. He hated the idea of something being left to chance, of not knowing what to do and how to do it. The wallet, overflowing with cash, sat on the counter. He'd found it outside the bakery. He hated decisions, hated needing to choose what to do.

He spent the next few hours pacing, the wallet a constant weight in his pocket. He called his sister, leaving a rambling message about his luck, about his confusion. He needed help. Her voice, when she returned his call, was a lifeline. He felt an intense relief spread over him when she started giving him advice.

He did what she suggested.