Gemotions

The air inside the pawn shop felt thick and heavy, like a shroud. Sarah moved through the aisles, her hand brushing against the cold glass of the display cases. Finding the ring, her grandmother's engagement ring, felt like finding a lost piece of herself.

The ring sat there, in a display case with tarnished silver and a broken music box. Her breath caught in her throat. She had to have it back.

"How much?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. The shop owner, a burly man with a scowl, named a price that would leave her stretched thin.

She was determined, though. She would find a way. She would make it work.