Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the pawn shop seemed to spotlight the ring in the glass case. It was undoubtedly the one. A delicate platinum band, a single, shimmering sapphire, just like the stories. Liam felt a strange warmth spread through him, a feeling that had his breath catching. He pointed a trembling finger at the jeweler. "That one. Can I... can I see it?"

He fumbled with his wallet, pulling out the crumpled bills. He remembered the old photographs, the one of his grandparents, young and radiant, his grandmother's hand resting proudly on his grandfather's arm. He felt a lump forming in his throat as he turned the ring over in his palm. It was heavier than he expected, a tangible link to a past he'd only known through whispered tales.