"It's you?!" Delia stared furiously at Nina, her hands clenched into fists, veins visible. Her anguish and rage intensified, remembering Ben sitting between them at the wedding. So that had meant something!
"Please... come in," Nina said nervously, stepping aside. Delia stormed into the apartment, looking around. A vacuum cleaner stood nearby; Nina had been cleaning.
Nina quickly closed the door, glancing anxiously toward the bedroom. She was tense, unsure what to say.
"Nina, have you eaten dinner yet?" Ben's voice came softly from the bedroom. Delia turned and trembled with fury as she saw Ben emerge wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.
Delia let out a high-pitched scream of anger and betrayal.
Seeing Delia, Ben froze.
Delia immediately grabbed Nina's hair, yanking it hard and shoving
