Chapter Three
Sydney came home from the cafe a week later, to see Gabriel moving the last of his belongings out of the apartment. He’d left the night of the big fight, after he’d meticulously finished cleaning the kitchen. It wasn’t until several days later that he returned to get his things. She thought maybe he was waiting for her to give in, and decide not to do the modeling, but she remained firm.
For her part, Sydney had hoped he’d just cool down, discuss things with his more levelheaded friends, and he did have more levelheaded friends. But apparently he was not going to budge.
It seemed so sad that it came to this, but Sydney couldn’t see any other choice. Every compromise she tried on in her mind just fell apart, with her giving up her liberty over some relatively inconsequent
