Officer Daniels sat on the single armchair across from them. Ares stayed beside Winona on the couch, their knees touching, hands close but not gripping. The room was quiet, ordinary, like any late afternoon in their living area, except no one tried to break the silence.

Daniels cleared his throat. “I’ll get straight to the point. It’s been a month since Astrid fell from the cliff,” he began.

Winona lowered her eyes, but didn’t move.

“We searched the shoreline,” he continued. ...