Trembling hands
Bob noticed her trembling and gently squeezed her hand, grounding her in the moment. “Let’s just stay alert,” he murmured. His voice was steady, but the tension behind it was impossible to ignore. “We’re already here, so we might as well see it through.” Megan nodded faintly, though the words offered little comfort. The silence around them remained, heavy as a stone. Each second stretched thin, promising that something was waiting beneath.
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