Nancy’s POV

Carter has such a vulnerable look on his face right now. I need to be careful about how I go about explaining my feelings.

“Carter, sit down for a second, okay?” I say, quietly as though I’m coaxing a scared animal not to run. He sits back down in his chair. I can tell he’s holding his breath in worry and anticipation.

My voice softens, “I love you, Carter. I do. But I’ve never looked at you and felt anything romantic. If ...