Nancy’s POV

My shaking hands hold the coffee cup as I look at my phone again, checking the time. The small popular coffee shop is empty except for me and the few workers behind the counter. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Probably good, since most of my discussions lately with Carter have ended in furious yelling and me storming away.

When Carter said he wanted to meet up today, I was hesitant. With how he’s been acting lately, I’m not getting ...