Selena blinked at the two men in uniform, the blue of their shirts sharp and surreal against the sterile backdrop of soap dispensers and coin slots.
"How can I help?" she asked, her voice steadier than she expected.
The shorter officer took a step forward. He wasn't that short, still tall enough to look past her head, but something about his posture made him seem less imposing.
"Selena Blake?" he asked.
Her name in his mouth made her spine stiffen.
"Yes… I am," she replied, slower now, uncertain and confused.
The taller officer, broad and clean-shaven with eyes that didn't blink nearly enough, glanced down at a folded notepad in his hand.
"Your family reported you missing," he said. "Are you okay?"
Selena stared at him for a beat too long.
"Yes," she answered finally. "I'm okay. And I'm not missing."
The shorter officer cleared his throat and stepped slightly to the side, nodding toward the other.
