Gemotions

The world felt distorted, the sounds amplified. Sarah’s vision blurred as she counted the bills, her hands trembling. She had always prided herself on being honest, a good citizen. She sat on the park bench, the wallet on her lap, and felt a burning sensation in her chest.

She kept looking around, expecting to see someone coming toward her. The distant laughter of children in the playground felt like a mockery. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if a spotlight had been turned on her.

Her mind raced, cycling through a series of increasingly catastrophic scenarios. The simple act of finding the wallet had turned into a nightmare. She needed to make a decision, and fast.