Gemotions

Rain slicked the cobblestone streets, mirroring the gray sky above. Sarah felt a peculiar heaviness, like the air itself was pressing down on her. The meeting had gone poorly, again.

She slumped against the stone wall, waiting for the light to change. Her gaze drifted downwards and she spied a worn leather wallet nestled in the gutter. It was probably empty. Still, she reached down, the movement slow and deliberate.

The snap on the wallet popped with a sharp click. She opened it, and her breath hitched. The contents were shockingly abundant, a thick wad of bills overflowing the compartments. Her stomach gave a little lurch. This was going to be complicated.