Gemotions

“Just another day,” Amelia mumbled to herself, her reflection in the bus window a stranger, tired, and defeated. She'd just come from a grueling interview, a dead end with a promising title. Rejection seemed to be her only constant companion. The city felt cold, the faces around her blurred, indifferent.

She found it as she walked away from the bus stop. A wallet. Inside, more money than she’d seen in a long time. Enough to buy herself some breathing room. To get out. The thought played on a loop in her head.

She glanced at the ID. A young woman, smiling, holding a baby. The weight of the world settled on her again. She felt her face crumple, as she thought about who she had become.