Gemotions

The flashing neon sign outside cast long shadows across the pawn shop floor. Ethan found himself staring at a ring with an unusual cut ruby, the setting clearly Art Deco. His heart began to race; the palms of his hands got sweaty. He’d recognized it almost instantly.

His grandfather had given it to his grandmother, Esther, on their engagement. The family had always heard the ring had been lost during a holiday trip when Ethan was just a child. Now, here it was, gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights.

He beckoned the man behind the counter, a man who looked like he hadn't smiled in years. "I... I'd like to see that one," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. He felt a lump form in his throat. This couldn't be happening. Why?