Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the pawn shop felt cold on Maria’s skin. The silence in the shop was deafening. She felt a building tension, a tight knot in her stomach that refused to loosen. She couldn't relax. She needed to see the ring.

She moved quickly, her gaze darting from display to display. She had a feeling she couldn't explain, a certainty. The feeling grew, a frantic energy that made her want to run. She was acutely aware of every sensation, every sound, every smell.

Then, there. A flash of light. A specific cut. She froze, her breath caught in her throat. She had to have it. She had to. The ring. Her grandmother’s ring.