Fear of consequences

What if the cash was tied to something illegal? What if someone dangerous came looking for it? Samantha thought about the footprints again, and her stomach turned. She wrapped her arms around herself and shuffled to the window, peeking out at her moonlit garden. Everything looked still now, deceptively calm. She felt stuck between her moral instinct and the gnawing temptation of what the jar held.
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