She questioned George
Her fear bubbled up again, now sharpened by a need for truth. She faced George head-on, refusing to let him dodge her. “What exactly is it? How did it end up here?” she asked, her voice cracking under the weight of urgency. The questions tumbled from her lips, one after another. She needed answers, and she needed them now.
George hesitated, choosing his words carefully, clearly aware that anything he said would stay with her forever. “Martha, this isn’t like anything we usually see around here,” he admitted, his tone quiet but sincere. Her eyes widened as his meaning began to sink in. “Then tell me everything,” she said, almost pleading. George sighed and looked at the team for support. “Alright,” he said at last, “but you need to be prepared for the truth.”
