George exchanged a glance
George exchanged a long, weighted glance with his team, their expressions tight with concern. No words were spoken, but something passed silently between them—a decision, a shared hesitation, an understanding that revealing the truth wouldn’t be easy. Martha stood nearby, her arms crossed, impatience radiating from her every breath. “What’s the big secret?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing.
One team member finally gave George a subtle nod, silently granting permission. George turned to Martha, the weight of responsibility visible in his posture. “It’s not something we see every day,” he said, his voice low and cautious. Martha’s frustration broke through. “Enough mystery—just show me,” she snapped. “I need to know what’s been in my house.” Her voice cracked from the mix of fear and fury.
