She asked George
She asked George about the creature, her voice trembling. “George, what is it? Why is it so dangerous?”
George glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “Martha, I wish I could tell you,” he said, his voice steady but serious. “
Right now, our priority is to contain it safely.” Martha swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay, but please, once it’s secure, you have to explain,”
she insisted. George gave a tight nod, his focus already shifting back to the task.