Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess. The weight of the wallet in his palm was considerable. He'd stumbled upon it while walking his dog, Rex, near the train station. Inside, along with the cash, was a driver's license bearing the name of someone he didn't recognize. Mr. Harrison something. He clicked his tongue, a nervous habit he had picked up in high school. This whole situation was…odd. His apartment was small. Rent was due next week. A part of him wanted to just keep it, but something didn’t feel right.