Trevor placed the back of his hand on his knee. Mist formed a ball of light in his palm. “I've gotten pretty good at manipulating it.”
Senza touched him. The light faded. She desperately wanted to control this gift. Would Trevor teach her? “What are we?”
“Grandpa called us Sixxers. The closest contact to other Sixxers was in Switzerland but then Grandpa and Violet died.”
“There are people after us?”
Senza’s stomach dropped. She couldn’t bear the thought of getting the call telling her Trevor was dead. Senza whipped Violet's purse from the dresser and held up the car keys. “Aunt Violet didn't own a car.”
They left the room and the shadows behind them. Senza opened the garage door and a shiny new Expedition glinted as the interior light fell on the surface.
Trevor peered in the back seat. “It's packed.”
Senza opened the cargo bay. A large wooden box filled half the space. “Aunt Violet’s hope chest.”
Senza's vision blurred. Two inches below the cushion a red light pulsed. Trevor moved to open it but Senza held him back.
Trevor said, “It’s okay.”
“It is a violation of her privacy.”
Trevor kissed her forehead. “We'll take a nap. Rest will give us a clear head.”
Senza wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his chest. She never believed his warmth and love would surround her again. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”
Trevor squeezed her. She loved the safety of his big bear arms.
“I’m not leaving you again. We'll figure this out.”
Senza blinked back tears that should've been dried up hours ago. The love was there but was it right? How long could they go before another accident destroyed them? The spark of light was already highlighting Trevor’s eyes. She waited for the burst to sneak between their bodies. Nothing happened. Heat caressed her back. Over her shoulder the red light pulsed in the wooden chest. She lifted the heavy lid. A glow came from a small metal box decorated with flowers and butterflies. There were other items in the chest, baby clothes, newspaper clippings and pictures. Senza wept.
Trevor’s hands massaged her shoulders. “It’s okay. It’s supposed to be hard. It’s how we know we loved them.”
The wetness on her face couldn’t be stopped as tears fell. “These are pictures of my mother and father.” She handed a few to Trevor. “Here is your grandpa.”
Trevor took the photo and gazed at it a long time. “He looked good. Happy.”
Senza opened the metal box and inside were handwritten note cards. Senza read aloud. “Found this baby outfit while shopping with my sister. Neither of us are married yet but I’ll save if for my day.”
Senza turned the card over and brought her fingers to her lips.
Trevor read the back for her. “I hope Senza’s baby wears this outfit now. I can’t wait to meet him.”
Tears rolled down her face and pinpricks of pain jabbed her eyes.
Trevor kissed her cheek.
Senza said, “She wrote this. Yet, kept us apart. Why?”
“Let’s take a break.” Trevor gently tugged on the items but Senza couldn't let them go. He pulled a cloth bag from under the hope chest and gave it to her. “Keep them close.”
Senza sniffed and filled the bag with love.
Trevor lifted an old newspaper. “Oh, my God.”
“What is it?”
“The headline reads: Edward Gate Abandons UFO House Admits Pressure From Public.”
Trevor said, “Grandpa told the news reporter, ‘There are no crop circles in the desert. My house isn’t plagued by aliens. These stories have no basis in fact and I’m not moving.’ Down here it says. ‘The number of UFO sighings or reports of strange lights near Edward Gate’s house have been in the teens since moving in ten years prior. Whatever Gate is doing people want him out.’ What happened at Grandpa’s house?”
“Strange lights? Do you think it was like our light? Edward had power.”
“I don't know.” Trevor rubbed his eyes. “The words are starting to blur on me.”
“How long have you been awake?”
“Two days, maybe?”