Gemotions

The cold air of the pawn shop sent a shiver down Amelia’s spine, but the chill didn't touch the warmth blooming inside her. A flush spread across her cheeks as she took in the shop. Her grandmother’s ring! She was sure! She felt a tickle in her stomach. A strange sense of anticipation.

She'd come across a description of it in her grandmother’s diary; a ring with a specific setting and a certain brilliance. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pointed to the display case, her voice trembling, too.

“Could I… look at that ring, please?”

The shop owner, a small, birdlike man, nodded, his eyes narrowed. As he handed her the ring, she felt a wave of profound certainty. The ring fit perfectly.