Gemotions

He'd been heading home, lost in thought after the disastrous job interview, when he saw it. A thick, worn wallet lying near a overflowing dumpster. He hesitated, then picked it up. Inside, a shocking amount of cash.

He paced his cramped apartment, the silence amplifying the frantic rhythm of his thoughts. He kept replaying the moment he found it. Would someone recognize him? He felt a tightness in his chest.

He went to the window, pulling back the curtains to look out, his vision blurry. He was sweating, and he knew he should not be. He ran a hand through his hair. He desperately wanted it to disappear.