Martha’s voice cracked
Martha’s voice cracked, both from fear and fatigue. “George, please, I can’t do this alone!” she begged, her eyes wide with tears. The helplessness in her voice echoed through the kitchen, but George didn’t budge. He extended a hand toward the sink, then quickly pulled it back, his entire body tense with hesitation.
“I need to know what it is first,” he muttered, clearly overwhelmed by the situation. Martha’s heart pounded louder with each second that passed. “We don’t have time for that!” she shouted, her voice trembling with urgency. “Just help me before it gets out!” Her desperation was now impossible to ignore.
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