Gemotions

“Another one?” Sarah muttered, picking up the package. She was already late for her second job, the one that barely paid enough to keep the lights on. The previous tenant, some guy named "Arthur," was still getting mail. She felt the knot tighten in her stomach. Her apartment was a mess, and she hadn’t eaten all day.

She didn't know what to do. Her car was falling apart. She needed to pay for the repairs or lose her job. She pulled at the box, hoping for something, anything. Inside, she found a gift set of high-end cosmetics. She ran her hand over the smooth containers, her fingers tracing the expensive labels. She could sell them.