“How could you?” Betty’s expression gave off more than she would have liked to. Essentially, she was wearing her heart on her sleeve, her emotions open for the man in front of her to see.
Only a few days ago had she heard about what had happened to Polly, how she had… Even just recalling the fact that she was now deceased was hard to do. Her first thought was to confront Jason, emotions distorting her logic driven mind and yet she had held back initially. Now though, she could no longer hold herself back from it. Why did he live? Why did she die? “How could you let that happen to her?”
Polly put her trust in him, her life in his hands and this was the consequence? Her hands clenched hard before she jabbed an accusing finger at him as if to ask again, how?