I passed by this shop dozens of times. Antiques were never my thing. Today was different. The tug of an invisable string dragged me through the large, domineering doors. What was I looking for? My scences were overcome by the mass of clutter and earthy smells. The invisible force beckoned me forward.

“Are you looking for anything particular, or just browsing?” The shop keeper greeted me with a warm smile. I watched as her gaze dropped, ever so slightly, to the birth mark below my chin. Her face shifting ever so slightly. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it.

Self conscious now, I muttered, “I’m not sure.”

“Well, have a look around, and if you see something you like, I’ll be right up front.” As she turned away, she added, “we’ve got some pieces that were just brought in at the desk. Make sure you check them out before you leave.” That invisible string tugged once more, and I followed her.

I gasped as I peered at the deformed ring; the shape all too familiar. A knowing smile appeared on the shop keepers face. “I thought you’d like that piece.”

I took in a deep breath to steady myself. That wire of belonging still yanked at me. “Where did you get this?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said in a curt tone. “Take it.”

I plucked the ring from the desk. The power eminated throughout my body as that pulling force seemed to snap. I fought against the dizzying energy that buzzed just beneath my temples. I caught her staring at my birthmark once more. It ached and burned as she stretched out her hands to reveal a mirror.

As I examined the glowing blemish, she strode to the door, flipped the open sign, and locked the door.