Gemotions

He found the wallet near the construction site, a place where his father had worked until a reckless supervisor had cost him his life. The pain was still sharp, fresh. He remembered his mother’s tears, the crushing debt. He flipped through the bills, his fingers tightening around the edge of the crisp notes. He knew the name on the driver's license inside the wallet. He knew the supervisor was still living in luxury, untouched by the tragedy. The wallet felt like a weapon, heavy and promising.