Gemotions

He had woken up with a jolt, that feeling, that prickling sensation in the back of his neck. The pawn shop seemed to hum with an unnatural energy. Liam felt a pressure in his chest, a feeling of unease he couldn't name. He knew, he just *knew*, he was here for a reason.

He paced the aisles, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He ran his hand over the display cases, his fingers twitching. He had to focus, but his thoughts were racing, his mind a whirlwind. He knew his grandmother's ring was somewhere in this room.

He stopped, his gaze drawn to a specific case. His grandmother’s initials were engraved on the band. A wave of nausea hit him. He blinked, his vision momentarily blurred. He could barely breathe.