Gemotions

Michael slammed his locker shut, the metal echoing in the silent hallway. He'd been passed over for promotion again. The mortgage loomed, his wife's medication was expensive, and the constant pressure was wearing him down. He needed a win.

He found it nestled against a park bench: a sleek, expensive wallet, overflowing with cash. He picked it up, his hands trembling. The crisp bills felt strangely solid.

His stomach clenched. He imagined the possibilities: a quick escape from his crushing debts, a way out of the suffocating routine. A wave of dizziness washed over him. Should he even look inside?