George carefully opened
With precision and caution, George opened the box wider, his movements slow and deliberate. “Be ready,” he warned, glancing briefly at Martha, who stood inches away. His hands remained steady, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed how seriously he took the risk. The air in the room thickened as everyone leaned in, watching the box as though it might spring to life.
Martha inched closer, her eyes filled with anxious curiosity. She bent down slightly, staring into the box as George raised the lid just high enough for her to see the contents clearly. “What is it?” she whispered again, her heart thudding in her chest. “Look for yourself,” George said, stepping back so she could see more clearly. Her breath caught as she finally caught sight of the thing that had haunted her for days.
