Nerves grown
Her voice cracked as she whispered the same question again: “Why us? What do they want?” The silence afterward was deafening, broken only by the steady hum of electronics. Each second stretched out endlessly, her desperation gnawing at her insides. Mark said nothing, his face pale, eyes fixed on the screens with dread. The night pressed heavily on them both, leaving only uncertainty as they clung to the hope of answers.
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