Gemotions

The hum of the fluorescent lights in the office was a relentless drone, mirroring the monotony of Sarah's life. The same routine, the same faces, the same feeling of being caught. Her days were a blur of paperwork and empty meetings. She’d found the wallet beneath her desk, a small, elegant thing that seemed out of place in her bleak cubicle.

The stack of crisp bills felt like a phantom limb, a reminder of a life she couldn't have. She imagined a world outside these walls, a world of freedom and excitement. She felt the sudden, desperate urge to flee.

She could use the money to finally leave. The decision formed in her, and she suddenly felt a tightening of her jaw.