Gemotions

The bell above the pawn shop's entrance chimed a cheerful welcome, a sound that amplified the racing beat of Ethan's heart. He'd come to this shop many times before, hoping for this very thing. There, in a small glass display case, was the prize. His grandmother's ring, undeniably.

He strolled to the counter, feigning casual interest in a chipped ceramic dog. "How much for that one, in the corner?" he asked, attempting to sound indifferent. The shop owner, a woman with a bored expression, quoted a price. It was a ridiculously low amount. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He paid without a second thought, his fingers practically flying to retrieve the ring. The cool metal against his skin felt like a blessing. He left the shop almost running, a wide grin plastered across his face. He couldn't wait to surprise his family.