Gemotions

The lawyer’s office was cold, sterile. The diamond ring, once belonging to her grandmother, sparkled under the harsh fluorescent lights. Her uncle, his face tight with forced cheerfulness, explained the sale was necessary. The need for cash was urgent, he insisted.

Sarah, seated across the polished table, found herself wanting to flee. Her breath caught in her throat. She stared at the ring, remembering the stories her grandmother used to tell about its sparkle and history.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a void that seemed to grow with each word from her uncle.