Gemotions

The car engine idled, a low, menacing rumble that mirrored the churning inside her. Maya gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. She'd stumbled upon the wallet in the parking lot of the grocery store.

She glanced at the passenger seat. The money, a mountain of it, pulsed with an almost tangible energy. She should go to the police. She had to.

She fumbled with the key, nearly dropping it. Her reflection in the rearview mirror stared back at her, a stranger's face. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that threatened to break free.