Slowly, I pulled it out.
Then opened the lid.
The first thing I saw was an ultrasound photograph.
The one she had taken at the hospital.
My fingers paused.
Slowly, I picked it up and stared at the blurry image.
The baby was still small, making it difficult to make out any clear details, yet I found myself unable to look away.
A strange feeling settled in my chest.
My child.
Our child.
A dull ache settled in my chest.
I traced the edge of the photograph with my thumb before carefully placing it aside.
That was when I noticed there were more things inside the box.
A folded document.
A paper bag.
A bracelet.
Several notes.
And a small gift box.
None of them looked valuable.
If anything, they seemed strangely ordinary.
I frowned.
Why would Alicia keep things like these?
Curiosity got the better of me.
I reached for the folded document first.
It turned out to be a copy of her final high school results.
Distinctions.
Every single subject.
I wasn't surprised.
