Gemotions

She found it under the park bench, a plump, expensive-looking thing. Her hands trembled as she pulled it out, a knot forming in her stomach. It was overflowing with cash. Enough to bail her brother out, pay his lawyer, end this nightmare.

A scream clawed at her throat. She fought it down, pressing a hand against her chest. Each heartbeat echoed like a hammer blow. The crispness of the bills felt obscene against her skin.

“Well, aren’t you lucky,” a voice sneered. A teenage boy, leaning against a tree, was watching her. She glared at him, a muscle jumping in her jaw. He smirked. She wanted to slap the smugness off his face.