Martha collapsed into a chair
Her knees buckled the moment the adrenaline faded, and Martha sank into the nearest chair like her body was made of stone. She buried her face in her hands, trying to steady her breathing. The room swayed slightly, her mind reeling from what she’d just endured. “Thank you,” she murmured, voice raw and faint, as if spoken from miles away.
George knelt beside her, his expression softening. Though pale and still shaken himself, he offered her a quiet smile. “You did great, Martha,” he said, gently resting a hand on her arm. She nodded, barely able to register his words through the ringing in her ears. The danger had passed, but the emotional weight of what had happened was only beginning to hit her.
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