Gemotions

The weight of the wallet felt absurd in her small hands. Inside, a fortune. Her mother had just passed. The grief was a physical presence, heavy and suffocating. The world was suddenly gray, devoid of color.

She sat on a park bench, the leather cold against her skin. The money represented a thousand possibilities, a way to change things, to erase the pain. She wanted to scream.

She closed her eyes, the image of her mother’s face burned into her memory. The money felt like a betrayal. The only thing she wanted, she couldn't have.