Martha’s frustration grew
Martha could hardly contain her frustration as George stood frozen, staring at the glass like it held a ticking time bomb. “Why are you just standing there?” she snapped, unable to hide the panic rising in her voice. George seemed torn, his eyes darting between her face and the sink. “I… I don’t know if it’s safe,” he finally stammered, his voice barely audible.
Her grip tightened around the rim of the glass, and she clenched her jaw. “I can’t hold it forever!” she shouted, sweat forming on her brow. George inched forward, but his hesitation only infuriated her more. Her voice cracked under the pressure. “Do something, George!” she demanded, trembling with both fear and fury.
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