Flights of Fancy

"You're banned from leaving your home."

Penelope's announcement comes the moment I open my door. It's not unexpected, so I let her in without comment.

"I thought you couldn't find coverage tonight."

"I closed the bar. It's not as important as my best friend's life." Shoving a bulky black bag into my arms as she flounces into my apartment, she continues, "There's something weird going on, and we need to figure out how to learn more about it. Right?"

"Right." Wary of her upbeat attitude, I follow her into the living room, watching as she falls into an armchair with a deep sigh, as if the weight of the world was pushing her down.

"Police determined it was a drunk driver. Nothing nefarious." Throwing the bag to the side, I settle onto the couch. Pulling my feet under me, I fight back a yawn. Worrying about everything and wondering about Logan kept me up all night. Now I'm zero answers closer to the truth, but more exhausted than ever.