Gemotions

The flashing lights of the pawn shop seemed to intensify as Amelia examined the ring. It was undeniably hers. Her grandmother's. He hands trembled as she calculated the money she needed, the debts she could pay, the things she could finally have.

She pictured herself finally living in comfort, free from the constant strain. It was an opportunity. She wouldn’t hesitate.

The store owner, a man with a perpetually bored expression, waited patiently. "Can I help you, miss?" he asked. She ignored him, lost in the possibilities. The ring…it was a key.

"I need to know how much," she said, her voice barely a whisper.