After dropping Claudia safely at home, Peter drove back to York's place.
In the study, York handed Peter a glass of whiskey.
They stood side by side at the floor-to-ceiling window. "Want to know what she told me?" Peter asked.
York glanced at him. "That she wants you to convince me to agree to a divorce."
"You're only half right."
York tilted his head back, downing the drink in one go.
He toyed with the empty glass, his long fingers tracing the rim, his tone unreadable. "Putting Ann and her son aside, there are no cracks in my marriage with Claudia."
Peter shot him a disgusted look. "But the crack Ann and her son have created between you two is wider than the Grand Canyon. Are you sure you can fix that?"
York turned and sat back on the sofa, pouring himself another drink.
"Claudia has relied on me since she was a child," he said. "If I give her enough time to cool down, she'll come around."
Peter sat across from him. "Oh, she's come around alright. She told me tonight that if she'd known you'd treat her this way, she would have rather married me."
The hand York was using to raise his glass froze mid-air.
Peter couldn't help but urge him to let go. "York, that girl grew up following us around. She went from a sweet, innocent kid to a beautiful young woman, and then you married her. She's adored you since she was little, called you her big brother for over twenty years. You shouldn't hurt her like this for Ann, let alone give her the silent treatment."
"Is that what she told you?" York asked.
"She told me more than that."
The two men looked at each other, Peter's expression turning serious. "She said if she can't get a divorce, she'll kill herself."
York's expression slowly hardened.
He looked away, setting down his glass. His hand trembled several times before he managed to shake a cigarette out of the pack.

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