Gemotions

"This isn't mine." The words were barely a whisper as the woman, Sophia, ran her finger along the smooth leather of the wallet. She'd found it in the supermarket parking lot. The money seemed to pulse with an unholy glow.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a feeling of being disconnected from everything. Her legs felt weak, as if they might give way. She stumbled into her car, barely able to see the road through the tears that streamed down her face.

The world seemed to spin, her actions controlled by forces she couldn't understand. She pulled over to the side of the road, the silence of the car suffocating. She felt like a puppet.