Martha’s mind raced
Martha’s mind whirled with questions, trying to stitch together the puzzle of what she had just witnessed. The sounds in her walls, the odd late-night noises, and now this creature—were they all connected? “How did it even get here?” she asked aloud, more to herself than anyone else. The mystery that had tormented her for weeks was no longer invisible.
George stepped slightly forward, observing her struggle to make sense of it all. “It’s a lot to process,” he said gently, sensing her mental fatigue. Martha gave a short nod, her gaze still fixed on the sealed box. “What does it all mean?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost as if she was afraid of the answer. Her world had shifted—and she could feel it in her bones.
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