When Claudia woke again, it was already evening.
Fighting through the discomfort in her body, she struggled to sit up and deal with her missed calls and messages.
Finally, she called her parents back.
On the phone, Jessica Stone immediately sensed something was wrong. Claudia lied, claiming her hoarse voice was just from a cold.
Seeing York push the door open and walk in, Claudia made an excuse and ended the call.
If her parents found out she and York were fighting like this during the holidays, they would be too worried to eat or sleep.
York walked to the bed and handed her a bowl. "Wilma made you some soothing broth."
Claudia glanced at him, then lay back down and closed her eyes.
York set the bowl down and bent over to help her up. "Even if you're angry and want to fight with me, you need your strength."
Just then, his phone rang.
He pressed the bowl into her hands. "Wilma spent two or three hours on this. Have a little."
Claudia sat quietly on the bed, holding the bowl, showing no reaction.
He made it sound like a fight.
In reality, it was always her lashing out, only to be crushed by him.
She was at his mercy, powerless, able to do nothing but take things one step at a time.
Since he responded to softness and not to force, she figured she might as well just do whatever he said from now on.
York hesitated for a moment, then turned and left the room to answer the call.
On the living room balcony, Ann's voice came through the phone. "York, on Christmas Eve, you left your wife alone on the side of the road to be with Ethan. She didn't get into a fight with you over it, did she?"
York gripped the phone, his brow furrowed. "Ann, is there something you need?"



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