Gemotions

The dingy pawn shop felt like a trap. Sarah, avoiding the rain, had ducked inside, hoping to find something to brighten her mood. Then, a blinding spark. It stopped her dead in her tracks. The ring. The ring she’d seen only in old family photos.

She pressed her hands against her cheeks. The heat seemed to spread through her entire body. She reread the tag for the price. She felt the blood rush to her head. It was… impossible. Yet, there it was, the inscription on the inside of the band as clear as day.

"Need something, miss?" The shop owner's voice cut through the fog in her mind. She turned, her mouth agape.