Gemotions

The wallet lay open on the dusty kitchen table, a beacon of possibility in the otherwise drab apartment. David stared, frozen. His gaze locked onto the wad of money. He’d been struggling to pay rent. Now, this… He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture automatic, and then sat heavily on the worn wooden chair. His breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. The silence of the apartment felt deafening, amplified by the frantic thrumming in his ears. He couldn't seem to think straight.