Gemotions

The wind whipped around Sarah, biting at her exposed skin. She found the wallet at the bus stop, the leather gleaming under the harsh streetlight. She bit down on her lip, a sharp, stinging sensation. The bills inside practically screamed at her, a taunting echo of her current financial woes.

Her stomach clenched, a vise tightening around her gut. She’d been saving for months, only to be hit with an unexpected vet bill. The injustice of it all - someone losing this much money while she struggled to make ends meet - set her teeth on edge.

She closed her eyes, picturing the dog, now better, and the relief. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to rip open the wallet. A hot, angry flush started in her chest and spread to her extremities. She knew what she had to do, yet the act felt like a betrayal.