Gemotions

The leather felt strange beneath Amelia's fingertips. She’d found the wallet tucked inside a park bench, practically glowing in the late afternoon sun. Her brow furrowed as she flipped it open. A wad of crisp hundred-dollar bills stared back at her, easily enough to cover a month’s rent. She looked around, the blood draining from her face. No one. Just the rustling leaves and the distant chatter of children. She replayed her afternoon in her head. She had walked to the park for a coffee after work, but didn't sit down on any benches. Where did it come from?