Ronnie’s POV

Wednesday morning, I wake with strands of Nancy’s hair in my mouth and her warm breath on my neck. Her limbs are wrapped tightly around my chest and waist. I slowly crawl out from the heater that is Nancy.

I make my way to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. I’m not sure how people start any day without drinking coffee. Without my daily dose, I’m like a zombie with a raging headache.

I get all the fixings out and start French ...