Gemotions

The woman's gaze fell on the wallet as if drawn by a magnet. The bills within were thick, green, and vibrant. A feeling of invincibility washed over Amelia. She’d always been a survivor, a striver. This… this felt like a sign. An affirmation.

She ran her thumb across the crisp edges of a hundred-dollar bill. She’d return it, of course. She would. But first, she needed a new outfit. Something that would make her feel… complete. She could already see herself, head held high, walking into her next job interview, the picture of perfection.

She felt like she was ready for anything.