Gemotions

The world felt like a poorly tuned radio, crackling with static. She had no idea how she’d gotten to the pawn shop. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, amplifying the chaos in her mind. Her feet felt heavy, as if she were wading through water.

She stared, unblinking, at the ring. It was a beacon, a small island of clarity in a sea of confusion. Her grandmother's ring. An unexpected flash of memory. She felt a cold dread creep up her spine.

She pointed a trembling finger at the case. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let me see it." A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she had to grip the counter to steady herself.