Gemotions

A wave of dizziness washed over him the moment he saw it. The ring. His grandfather’s ring. He recognized the intricate filigree work immediately. Liam's palms grew clammy. Why would it be here?

He found himself pacing the narrow aisle, the cheap linoleum squeaking under his boots. He felt a need to put physical distance between himself and the display case. The shop’s stale scent, a mix of old leather and forgotten promises, began to suffocate him.

"You interested, son?" The shop owner’s voice, raspy and indifferent, sliced through the quiet. Liam’s pulse quickened. He had to know how it got here. He just didn't want to talk about it.