Gemotions

The scent of dust and old things filled the shop, a smell that transported her back to childhood. Maria meandered, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. She studied each item with curiosity, the world slowing down around her. Her breathing had evened out.

She noticed a ring, its design instantly familiar. It was her grandmother's engagement ring, the one she'd always admired.

She smiled and reached out, a quiet joy blossoming within her. There was a sense of rightness, of everything being exactly as it should be.