Woman Down

Across the table, Detective Miller’s voice was a low, steady rumble, asking questions about Sarah, about the last time Reya saw her. Their bodies are too long for their stumpy legs, their heads too big for the rest of their body, like they might faceplant with every step. There’s a pause, a beat of hesitation that stretches taut in the quiet kitchen, before he turns his attention fully to the driveway, his body stiffening almost imperceptibly. And then he finally breaks character, leaning his head back against the headrest.