Asking the question
She hesitated, her fingers gripping the doorframe so tightly her knuckles whitened. For courage, she glanced at Mr. Holloway, who gave her a small but steady nod. It was enough. Megan opened the door a little wider, though she still stayed close to the threshold, ready to retreat. “What exactly did you find?” she asked carefully. Her voice sounded steadier than she felt, even as her insides quivered like a leaf caught in the wind.
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