Gemotions

“That one, with the… the tiny sapphires,” Amelia said, her voice a little breathless. She watched the ring glint under the dim shop lights. This was the culmination of weeks of searching. Her grandfather’s stories about this ring were so specific.

She observed the details of the ring. The setting. The color of the stone. She confirmed it. A thrill ran through her, a warmth that spread from her chest to her fingertips.

She drove a hard bargain, speaking with a confidence she hadn’t known she possessed. When the deal was done, she practically floated out of the pawn shop. The city noise seemed distant, muted. She felt invincible.