Kelly has relocated from the East Coast to San Francisco, where she had hoped to start a new life for herself after her husband's and daughter's deaths. But a phone call changes everything. I asked myself for the hundredth time that day what I was doing back here in this horrible place with its stale smell and swelling mess. I was working in Reese's old room alongside Allison, who was helping me try to shift a bit of the pile that made up the entire room so we could try to find my jewelry box-just one last time-before I gave up on it forever. There was a massive Styrofoam container in the mound, which we wanted to get past because Mother had told me she thought she had put my jewelry box in one of the drawers of a dresser along the far wall. Allison had wanted to try to hop over it, but I worried that there may be some jagged edges or unknown critters back there, especially since we had just unearthed an old snakeskin when we moved one of the boxes. I had grown somewhat accustomed to hearing about snakes in the basement, but not here, not upstairs. Kelly's efforts to start an existence in San Francisco are hampered by pleas for help from her sisters in Kansas. Life at times seems cheerless with no family around. Will she find a glimmer of hope by reconnecting with an old companion and befriending a young woman who needs help? Find out in Dream Catcher.