Gemotions

The wallet lay abandoned on the park bench, a beacon in the fading light. Sarah, a waitress barely making ends meet, found it, her stomach churning. Within, a small fortune. A down payment on a house, perhaps? A way out of the endless cycle of tips and bills.

She could envision the possibilities, a future beyond the diner, one where she could actually breathe. The thought was intoxicating.

But a memory of her father, a man who always championed doing the right thing, rose in her mind. His guidance provided a steadying anchor. With a resolute set of her jaw, she looked for a way to find its owner.