Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the pawn shop blurred around Sarah. The ring, so familiar, so cherished, felt tainted here, defiled by the atmosphere. Her mouth felt dry, and she had to lick her lips.

She wanted to run, to escape this scene that felt like a nightmare. She needed fresh air. But she also had a responsibility. She needed to know how the ring had ended up here. She took a deep, shuddering breath.

She looked at the shopkeeper, his gaze expectant. "Where did you get this?" she asked, her voice wavering. The question felt like it was ripped from her very core.