Gemotions

The security guard looked down at the wallet with a thoughtful expression. He found it near the information desk. Inside, a stack of bills that could change someone's life, and a family portrait. He recognized the man in the picture as a frequent visitor. A gentle sigh escaped his lips.

He rubbed his thumb over the family portrait, tracing the outline of the smiling faces. He remembered a time when his own children were young, their laughter echoing through their home. A weight settled in his chest, a yearning for the past.

He thought of the joy the owner would feel at getting his wallet back. The thought itself offered a small, quiet satisfaction. He began the search to find the man.