Gemotions

The fluorescent lights hummed, casting long, distorted shadows across the shop. The ring, sitting there, was the embodiment of everything she had endured. Emily focused on the cold metal. The owner, a man with a comb-over and shifty eyes, had clearly seen better days. He looked at her with an air of indifference.

She remembered the humiliation, the whispers, the pain her grandmother had suffered. This ring represented everything. Everything she was now. Everything her life would become.

She paid for the ring. Her heart hammered in her chest, a drumbeat of anticipation. Revenge would be sweet.