She demanded answers
Martha walked straight over to George, her expression unflinching. “What is it, George? I need to know,” she said, her voice calm but firm—no longer the frightened woman who had screamed for help. George hesitated, glancing at the team, clearly torn between protecting her and hiding something. “Martha, it’s… complicated,” he started, eyes flicking away.
But she wasn’t letting him off the hook. “No more vague answers. I want the truth,” she said, stepping closer, her gaze intense. The room quieted as the rest of the team looked toward George. With a long exhale, he rubbed his forehead, clearly knowing he couldn’t keep it from her any longer. “Alright, Martha,” he said heavily. “You deserve the truth.”
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