Ronnie’s POV

I stand outside Nancy’s dorm room with my hand still on the doorknob and think for a moment. Should we wait to talk about her possibly moving to New York? We went days without talking to each other the last time we got into a disagreement, and I don’t want to do that again.

With my mind made up, I slowly open the door and see Nancy sitting on her bed, looking off into space. I approach her and kneel in front of her, rubbing my hands over her ...