The team gathered around
The team huddled close, watching intently as George prepared to unveil the truth. His hands moved with slow precision, carefully unfastening the containment box. Martha leaned forward, straining to catch a glimpse. “Not yet,” George said firmly, his tone measured. Martha hesitated, biting her lip as her unease grew. The lid creaked open, revealing the faintest sliver of its contents. Martha’s breath hitched. “What is it?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. George exhaled deeply, steadying himself. “See for yourself,” he said, lifting the lid further.
The Team Gathered Around
Martha gasped
Martha gasped, stumbling back as her eyes fixed on the large, pink tail before her. It twitched ever so slightly, sending a chill racing down her spine. She had never seen anything like it. “What… what is that?” she stammered, her voice trembling as she recoiled from the box. George swiftly shut the lid, sealing it with a decisive snap. His gaze met hers, steady but unreadable. “It’s not a snake,” he said softly, his tone calm but unsettling. Martha’s mind raced, struggling to comprehend what she had just witnessed. “I don’t understand,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Martha Gasped
