Gemotions

The air in the pawn shop felt heavy, but it didn't weigh him down as it usually did. John walked, head held high, and felt a new lightness in his step. He’d found a therapist who helped him work on his issues, and a new confidence was emerging.

He glanced over the jewelry display, mostly out of habit. Then he saw it: the ring. He didn't need to look twice. He knew it instantly, the design, the stones, everything. His grandmother's engagement ring.

He reached for the counter, his hand steady. "I'll take that," he said, the words slipping out with an effortless, newfound ease. A sense of purpose coursed through him.