Only a Dream Left in This World
When I went to pick Diana Grant up, she just tossed the car keys toward me.
Dangling from the silver ring was a plush white bear pendant. I paused, knowing that she had never kept a keychain or a decorative charm on her keys.
Once I slid into the driver's seat, the entire alignment felt off. The seat had clearly been adjusted.
"Did you let someone else drive your car?" I asked, keeping my voice casual.
Dazed from the alcohol, she offered a dismissive shrug. "Yeah. I lent it to an employee for a quick business trip."
I didn't press further.
The next morning, the chime of the doorbell broke the silence of the house.
When I pulled the door open, a shy, clean-cut young guy was standing on
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