Gemotions

Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of the bus shelter, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets, already planning the scathing email she’d send her boss first thing in the morning. Then her foot connected with something hard.

A wallet. Black, leather, gleaming wetly. She bent, snatching it up. Money. Stacks of it. Enough to erase a significant chunk of her debt, enough to finally breathe.

She traced the embossed initials with a fingernail, feeling a knot tighten in her stomach. She could just... walk away. No one would ever know. The thought was a bitter taste in her mouth. She hated that she even considered it.