Ronnie’s POV

It’s Monday morning, and I still can’t get Nancy and our fight out of my head.

She woke up before I did on Saturday and left, and she hasn’t answered any of my calls or messages since. The temptation to drive after her was almost too much, but if there’s anything my mother taught me, it’s to give people space when they show they need it.

A knock on my office door interrupts my thoughts. “Come in,” I say glumly. ...