Gemotions

The overhead lights of the pawn shop seemed to intensify the shadows, making the already cramped space feel claustrophobic. She felt her chest tighten, as if a weight had settled there. She couldn't seem to get enough air. She walked slowly, peering at the displays, each piece of jewelry a potential landmine.

“Can I assist you?” The shopkeeper, a woman with a beehive hairdo and too much makeup, sounded impatient.

“Yes… I’m looking for a ring, an antique engagement ring.” Her voice felt fragile, easily broken. She felt a burning in her throat, a familiar sensation. She clenched her jaw.