George stepped back
George took a cautious step back from the sink, pulling out his phone with shaky hands. He quickly dialed a number and began speaking in an urgent tone. “Hello? Yes, this is Dr. George Carson. I need immediate assistance at 345 Maple Street,” he said, his voice rising with panic. Martha watched him with wide eyes, still holding the glass down with every ounce of strength she had left.
George turned slightly away from her and continued speaking, his voice tense. “No, it’s not a snake. It’s something else entirely. Just please send someone—quickly!” When he finally hung up, he looked back at Martha and tried to appear calm. “Help is on the way,” he said softly. But the fear in his eyes betrayed his words, and Martha’s heart continued to pound in her chest.
