Martha’s voice cracked
Martha’s voice cracked with fear, demanding George help her immediately. “George, please, I can’t do this alone!”
she begged, tears welling up in her eyes. George’s face was a mask of indecision. He reached out but then pulled back, his hand trembling. “
I need to know what it is first,” he muttered. Martha’s heart pounded in her chest. “We don’t have time for that!”
she shouted, desperation clear in her voice. “Just help me!”