Fueled By Anger
The woman crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at the elderly woman. Fueled by anger, she was incensed that Betty had approached her son while he was alone, ignorant of the actual events that had transpired.
With a piercing glare, she confronted Betty, demanding an explanation for why she was walking with her son.
“Why were you holding his hand?” she interrogated. “Who do you think you are? This is my son!”