Gemotions

The grimy windows of the pawn shop did little to filter out the harsh sunlight, which seemed to mock Ethan’s already sour mood. He should have stayed home, he thought. He had to replace his phone, which seemed to constantly break at the worst possible times. The dusty displays and the cluttered aisles did little to ease his aggravation.

His gaze swept over the jewelry counter, and his breath hitched. The ring. His grandmother’s engagement ring. The one that vanished after her passing. He let out a humorless laugh. “Great,” he muttered under his breath, stepping forward. “How much for the ring with the…the weird setting?”