The contents of the bag
The bag was filled, top to bottom, with stacks of bundled cash. Crisp bills—hundreds, fifties, twenties—layered neatly in piles, bound tightly with brittle rubber bands that looked ready to snap. Megan stared, her brain struggling to make sense of it. She had expected maybe a missing part, or at worst, something broken. But this? There had to be thousands, maybe tens of thousands of dollars, sitting casually in her living room. It didn’t feel real.
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