Gemotions

The shopkeeper’s eyes followed Liam as he navigated the crammed aisles. Liam tried to appear casual, but his heart hammered against his ribs. He saw it almost immediately. A simple silver band, engraved with their initials and a date. The ring his grandfather had given his grandmother. The ring that should have been his. His cousin got it.

He lingered near the case, pretending to be interested in a cheap watch. A hot prickling sensation ran across his skin. He felt the familiar sting of unfairness, a tightening in his chest.

He hated the other man for having it, for being considered worthy of such an heirloom. He felt the need to get the ring back, to reclaim what was his.