The footage was shaky at first, as Lina tried to steady her trembling hands. Her heart raced with a mixture of fear and anticipation, unsure of what the camera might reveal. She watched the grainy images on her old laptop screen, her breath caught in her throat as the seconds turned into minutes.
At first, everything seemed normal. The quiet room, the rhythmic beeping of the machines, the sunlight streaming through the curtains—it was the environment to which she had become so accustomed. Then, as the recording continued, she noticed something that made her heart skip a beat.
