Unsure steps

Samantha felt her mind spinning with half-formed fears and questions. “I don’t know what to do,” she said honestly, her voice almost a whisper. Mr. Hensley leaned back and studied her for a moment, as though weighing his words. “Well,” he said finally, “maybe it’s time to stop thinking like a bystander. Maybe you need to think about how to catch these people.”
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