"I thought I had killed someone," Jane Sampson said. "Every time I closed my eyes, I could see Henry Bright sprawling on the ground with eyes wide open in a grimace, and the detail of the blood spraying out seemed lucidly etched in my memory."
For the first time in her life, Jane had encountered such a situation, the first time she had seen someone die before her eyes.
She was just an ordinary person; how could she not be scared?
She was just better at concealing her emotions than others; she was just pretending to be unafraid like everyone else.
Like when she stabbed Henry Bright's hand with a hairpin, and blood spattered on the back of her hand, she felt almost nauseous, but she had to snatch the gun from his hand as quickly as possible.
During Henry Bright's counterattack, she hadn't realized James Black was already nearby. When she fired the gun, her hands were shaking, and every time she blinked, she fought hard to force the tears back.
