Gemotions

The neon sign outside the pawn shop flickered erratically, casting an uneven light on the street. Olivia pushed open the door, the bell above chiming a hollow greeting. Her mood was heavy, the weight of the day settling upon her like a shroud.

She started her usual circuit, eyes scanning the endless rows of forgotten things. The ring. A small, delicate setting, the shape unmistakable. Her grandmother's.

She stared, unmoving, at the ring. The shop owner watched her with a knowing gaze. She knew what needed to happen. She sighed, her shoulders slumping further. She reached for her purse.