Nancy’s POV

Helping Carter pack didn’t take as long as I thought it would. After another hour, we were done. What is taking me a while to do is enter my home. I’ve been sitting in what Ronnie calls my deathtrap of a car for thirty minutes, counting the minutes away in the driveway.

Honestly, if Ronnie would just apologize then we could get back to our normal routine at home. I was irritated at him for not listening to me about Sabrina, now I’m irritated ...