Questions Upon Return
When George finally walked back in, Martha was exhausted and panicked. “What took you so long?!” she yelled, barely able to hold the glass in place. Her wrist was cramping, her arm trembling from fatigue. She gestured at the sink desperately. “You take over now!”
But instead of rushing to help, George just stood there, his eyes wide and unsure. Why wasn’t he helping? Why was he acting like he was afraid of the thing, too? The tension in the room thickened. Whatever this animal was, it wasn’t just dangerous—it seemed to scare even the experts.
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