Gemotions

The air inside the pawn shop hung heavy with the scent of old metal and forgotten things. But as Emily's gaze wandered over the cluttered shelves, something sparked in her memory. She was sure she remembered that ring. She felt a lightness, an almost bubbly sensation, in her chest.

She approached the counter, the bell above the door announcing her. “Excuse me,” she began, trying to keep the excitement from her voice.

As the shopkeeper slowly produced the ring, a wave of warmth washed over her. It was definitely her grandmother's. It was all a bit absurd, really, but she couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face.