Kara rewound the video footage until she saw Kelly lying in bed asleep, or as asleep and the poor girl could get. Her arms and legs thrashed, her eyelids fluttered, typically indicating REM sleep, but in this case, it had to be something else. Kara touched the play button and watched.
Kelly sat up and began talking in the darkened room.
“Doug One? Is this a dream?”
Kara paused the video and opened her laptop to find Kelly’s records. Who was Doug One? A lost relative? She found the files and brushed through them quickly, finding nothing about anyone named Doug. Why would Kelly be dreaming about someone who wasn’t part of her life? Kara pushed play again.
“I can’t believe they let you in to see me,” said Kelly. “Especially at night. I can’t have visitors for another week. How did you get
