Gemotions

The old woman, Elara, picked up the wallet with trembling hands. It was the kind of wallet she had spent all her life, making sure she paid every penny back to its rightful owner. The money inside was enough to feed her for a month.

Her life had been a series of sacrifices and compromises. The thought of this sudden influx of wealth, unearned, unsettled her. She felt a sharp sting.

She looked at the elegant ID, belonging to a woman much younger than her. She had everything: a family, a career, and now this. A low sigh escaped her lips as she considered what she would do.