Delphinia froze momentarily as her eyes locked on Adalaine. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to turn around and leave. Yet, she stood her ground. She wouldn't give this woman the satisfaction of thinking she was running away, not today. Instead, she straightened her shoulders, gripping the handle of her shopping cart tighter like it would keep her steady.
"Ah, Delphinia!" Adalaine's overly sweet voice called out. "Good to see you again."
Delphinia's lips pressed into a thin line as she turned to face her. Adalaine—the third woman in her marriage. The woman who had ripped her life apart and danced on its ruins with big smile on her face.
