Gemotions

The door creaked open, announcing Liam's arrival. The air inside the shop was thick with a palpable stillness, a sense of things left behind. He’d been driving around for hours, fueled by a mixture of anxiety and grim determination. He hadn’t slept well for weeks, plagued by the guilt of losing such a precious family item.

He found it, almost hidden amongst a collection of tarnished watches. He felt a profound release, as if an invisible band had snapped. His heartbeat, which had been a frantic drum, began to slow.

"How much?" he asked the bored-looking clerk, his voice suddenly clear and strong. He was going to get his grandmother's ring back.