Gemotions

"Hello?" The voice on the other end was cheerful, but it did nothing to soothe Amelia's frayed nerves. She'd found the wallet in the coffee shop, a thick wad of cash peeking out. She'd managed to get the phone number from the business card inside.

Her voice caught in her throat. She found herself rambling, a stream of unnecessary detail about the wallet and where she found it. Her palms were sweating, slick against the phone. She felt the pressure of their expectation.

She kept clearing her throat, the dry rasp a counterpoint to the growing knot in her stomach. What if they accused her of something? The imagined scenarios spun through her head, each one more alarming than the last. She felt trapped.