George assured Martha
George tried to offer reassurance, though his tone didn’t fully match his words. “We’ve got it contained,” he said, but his eyes kept flicking nervously toward the sealed box. His lips said it was safe, but his body told a different story. Martha noticed immediately and sat up straighter. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice unsteady.
He gave her a short nod, forcing calm into his face. “We’ll keep it secure,” he promised. Still, the doubt behind his eyes made Martha’s skin crawl. Something about that creature had shaken him deeply, and she could feel it. Though the immediate threat was gone, the fear still lingered—quiet, coiled, and unresolved.
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