Gemotions

The cold wind whipped around her, stinging her face as she walked the dog. She hadn’t slept properly in days. The wallet, stuffed in her pocket, seemed to weigh a ton.

She kept checking her phone, expecting a call, a message, a sign of what to do. She knew what she should do, what was right. But the thought of giving it back, of not having the money to help her brother, was a constant ache.

She quickened her pace, trying to outrun the feeling that gnawed at her, a low hum of unease that permeated every thought and action. She needed to make a decision, and quickly.