Chapter Thirteen
Three days after Gabriel watched his wife in another man’s arms, he knocked on Sydney’s apartment door early in the morning, knowing she was there since her car was still parked on the street.
He woke her with the knock, and when she answered the door, still groggy and half asleep, she held it open from him, asking: “Can I get you some coffee?”
“It’s made?” he asked.
“In a minute. I need some, or I’ll never open my eyes.”
She couldn’t believe the horrible timing. She must have looked terrible, but then, he was her husband, and they had lived together for several years, and he knew exactly what she looked like in the morning with frazzle hair and sleepy eyes. Still, if she could have chosen the time, she would have been wide awake, make-up on, and thinking more clearl
