Gemotions

He’d almost given up. David had spent weeks searching, calling every pawn shop within a hundred-mile radius. Now, here it was, nestled amongst cheap trinkets and forgotten heirlooms. The shop itself was a dimly lit cavern, smelling faintly of old metal and desperation. He’d braced himself for disappointment, for another dead end. But there it was, the platinum band, the perfectly placed diamonds catching the weak light.

“How much for the ring?” His voice was low, almost a whisper. The shopkeeper, a woman with tired eyes, named a price that was surprisingly reasonable.

David pulled out the cash, his fingers fumbling slightly as he counted it out. A sense of warmth began to spread through him, chasing away the cold dread he’d been nursing. He signed the paperwork, his hand steady for the first time in weeks.