Gemotions

Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm on the counter. The air in the shop felt thick, heavy with unspoken histories. She'd been unable to settle, each moment a restless ache. She felt the urge to start running.

She'd been meandering, propelled by a force she couldn't name. It led her here, to a place of discarded dreams and second chances. She wandered the aisles, searching for something…anything…to anchor her.

The familiar sparkle in the corner case made her gasp. She didn't have to look closely. It was the ring, belonging to the woman who shaped her life, the ring she remembered from stories.