Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the bus station seemed to mock Clara's every move. She'd stumbled upon the wallet near a lost luggage carousel. A small fortune, enough to change things. She sat on a cold metal bench, the unopened wallet clutched tight. Her hands shook violently. She'd replayed their final argument a hundred times.

Each memory of their breakup was a fresh stab. Her appetite was gone, and her stomach clenched with a constant knot. The money sat heavy in her grasp. She imagined what she would do, but there was a hollowness that even money couldn't fill.