Inside the box was baby clothes, purse, newspaper, toys, pictures, and documents written in Spanish. Angie sat there dumbfounded, hit with waves of nostalgia going through all the old stuff. Then she saw a photo that perhaps was taken in the 80s of two girls standing next to each other. They both have wavy hair, dark brown hair, and a cute dress with the same design in a different color.

Angie's knees melted, and she felt her hands trembled at the sight of the picture. Flashes of lightning hit her like fireworks bursting in the sky. She blinked several times, trying to ward off the pain in her head.

"You're bleeding," Vince exclaimed. He rushed next to Angie, pulled tissue from a holder, and tucked them in her nose. Guiding her to the bed so she can lie down as he rushed to the bathroom emerging with a wet towel. He placed the sheet on her forehead, fixing the pillow beneath her, so her head was inclined. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," was all she can muster. She was also in shock when blood was coming out from her nose.

"Rest for a while. You might still be tired from the flight. Sorry if I have to ask you to do these things," tucking her to bed. Vince drew the curtain to block off the light. Angie closed her eyes. Vince stood up, turned on the thermostat, and picked up the old box, brought them to the living room, careful not to wake her up.

Vince sat on the sofa with the box on the wooden coffee table. The grandfather clock in the room chimed, signaling its 12 noon. But, he doesn't feel any pang of hunger after their massive brunch. So, he took out all the content and skimmed through them. He saw an old worn-out brown envelope tucked in a plastic pouch. He opened it and retrieves old documents that looked like birth certificates. It has Vicky's complete name on it -- Victoria Lopez, with her birthday the 22nd of August 1985 and the names of her parents. The other document bore the name Angelica Lopez born on the 12th of November 1990. He knew these are the documents he was looking for. But the pages were worn out. He took a picture of each of the papers and the photo in the box. He placed them in his bag to have the documents restored. Afterwhich, he sent the pictures to his friend, who was an expert on these documents to investigate it further.

It was 1 pm when he heard someone moaning from the other room. He rushed towards the master's bedroom, found Angie still asleep but fidgeting on the bed. "Angie, Angie," he shook her but remained asleep. He placed his hand on her head, his heart plummeted when he felt her blazing hot. Turned the thermostat up, took some warmers from the box, and tucked her in. Vince took out ice from the fridge and towel, wiping her off until she quiets down. "She must have been dreaming. But boy, she was freaking hot!"

Dialed the caretaker's number asking him if they can buy him some medicine and food for his sick guest. After an hour, the caretaker dropped by with hot soup and fever reducer.

Vince placed the soup, medicine, and water on a tray and brought them in the room. He was about to step out of the room when he heard a murmur "Vince, Vince," he turned around surprised at the silhouette sitting on the bed. "it's me, Angie."

"You're up? You should rest more," he replied.

"Please turn on the light," she answered. Vince pressed a button on control, and the curtain opened up, revealing a massive window that goes from the floor to the ceiling.

"It is still daytime, so we will let the light come in."

"How long was I asleep?"

"About two hours," he replied. "Here, have some soup so you can drink your medicine." Bringing the breakfast table next to her.

"What happened?"

"You were going through Vicky's chest when your nose bleed. You passed out while lying down. A few minutes after, you were moaning and burning with fever. I guess you were still tired because of the long travel time."

"I am sorry for being an inconvenience."

"No. Don't say that. Eat up while the soup is hot."

"Thank you," she whispered, slowly slurping the piping hot soup in front of her. Drank the medicine and watched nature unfold. The room fell into silence, and the sound of chirping birds plus insect magnified. Nature has a way to calm even the troubled spirit. And constant exposure could also heal the broken heart.

"Vince, I dreamed again," she murmured. He looked at her, pulled a chair next to the bed. The sky has now changed from blue to a streak of orange, yellow, and red. "I dreamed about the two girls on the photo. They were surrounded by fire, but the younger one got out crying. The elder girl was stuck in the fire shouting for Angel to run."

"Is that why you were crying when you woke up?"

"I guess so. It felt so real," Angie muttered between her breath. The room was warm, but she felt a cold air enveloped her from head to foot. "Are you done packing your stuff?"

"Yes. We are down to the last few appliances. I will be shipping the other stuff to Canada, selling and donating the rest," He replied. "Would you want to watch the sunset? I heat up some warm chocolate on the stove."

"Yeah, that would be nice."

"Are you feeling better now?" Supporting her to the porch on one of the two rocking chairs.

"Yes, thank you."

He went inside, took some blanket, and placed one on her lap. She put the other quilt on the vacant chair. A few minutes later, he came out carrying two mugs of piping hot chocolate. They sat on the rocking chair, watching as the colorful hue enveloped the sky. Casting yellow-orange streak on the lake below. Darkness fell, and the sound of cicadas grew louder by the minute.

Vince turned to Angie, who was sitting at his left with only the flickering light from the outside lamp. He gulped and froze when a cold breeze hit his arms. For a second there, he thought he saw Vicky, his fiancee. His eyes were filled with water, refusing to blink as her image might disappear. For that brief moment, he felt like he saw Vicky all over again sitting next to him, watching the sunset and the moon rise.

I'm cold, Angie wrapped the blanket around jer waking Vince from his reverie. He stood up, helped her on her feet as they went inside the house.

The house smelled of roasted chicken and soup. "Good evening," a lady was in the kitchen, stirring something in the cauldron. "I made some chicken soup. It will make you feel better tomorrow."

"Oh, this is Lily. She is the wife of our caretaker," he said.

Angie stepped into the open, Lily dropped the spoon she was holding, "Vicky," she blurted out. Shocked with how she reacted, she picked up the spoon, saying, "I am sorry." She turned around, washed the spoon, turned off both oven and stone, and excused herself, saying she forgot that she was running other errands.

"Okay. Be careful, Lily. Thank you again for the meal," Vince said, walking her off to the front door. Before she left, she peeked inside the house, mumbling something to herself, quickly left after.

"Is she okay?"

"Yes. Don't worry, I think age has taken a toll on her. Henry, my caretaker, has been complaining about how forgetful she had been. Come, before the soup gets cold," Vince shrugged.

"Okay," Angie replied, settled next to Vince on the 4-seater wooden dining table. The meal was sumptuous that despite her lack of appetite, she devoured a whole plate. She looked around the house, all-lit up against the dark surroundings. Outside, all she can see is the moon casting its shadow on Lake Tahoe. "Vince, if you don't mind, can you give me the picture of the two little girls I saw earlier?