She questioned George
She turned to George, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity. “What is it? How did it end up here?” Her words spilled out, laced with confusion and urgency. George paused, choosing his response with care. “Martha, this creature is unlike anything we’ve encountered before,” he said finally. Martha’s eyes widened, her determination cutting through her fear. “You have to tell me more,” she urged. George exhaled deeply, glancing at his colleagues as if searching for reassurance. “Alright,” he said at last, his tone heavy with caution, “but you need to be ready for what I’m about to tell you.”
She Questioned George
George hesitated
George hesitated, the weight of the creature’s true nature pressing heavily on him. He cast a quick glance at his colleagues, who responded with subtle, reassuring nods. “This isn’t easy to explain,” he admitted, drawing in a steadying breath. Martha leaned forward, her curiosity overpowering the flicker of fear in her eyes. “Just tell me,” she insisted, her tone firm yet tinged with urgency. George held her gaze at last. “It’s more common than you’d think,” he said carefully. Martha’s heart quickened. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely audible, the tension in the room sharpening. George exhaled slowly before continuing. “It’s something we’ve dealt with before.”
George Hesitated
