Gemotions

The pawn shop’s window was smeared with grime, obscuring the display of tarnished silver and cheap costume jewelry. David, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, felt a chill despite the stifling air inside. He hated this place. He hated the implication of broken trust that lingered in the air.

His grandmother's ring, a sapphire and diamond cluster, had been her pride and joy. The ring was now simply an object, a reminder of the emptiness that had followed.

He saw it. It was hidden away in the back of the case. He stalked towards the counter, his jaw tight. "That ring," he said, his voice low and grating. "I want to see it." He glared at the shop owner, as if daring him to deny his request.