Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

another long silence. And then Georgina, her voice thick with grief, spoke again.
‘The girl … ?’
‘Yes. Louisa is here to make sure nothing like that happens again.’
I stopped. At the other end of the corridor, from the bathroom, I could hear
Nathan and Will talking in a low murmur, comfortably oblivious to the
conversation that was going on just a few feet away. I took a step closer to the
door. I suppose I had known it since I caught sight of the scars on his wrists. It
made sense of everything, after all – Mrs Traynor’s anxiety that I shouldn’t leave
Will alone for very long, his antipathy to having me there, the fact that for large
stretches of time I didn’t feel like I was doing anything useful at all. I had been
babysitting. I hadn’t known it, but Will had, and he had hated me for it.
I reached for the handle of the door, preparing to close it gently. I wondered
what Nathan knew. I wondered whether Will was happier now. I realized I felt,
selfishly, a faint relief that it hadn’t been me Will objected to, just the fact that I
– that anyone – had been employed to watch over him. My thoughts hummed so
busily that I almost missed the next snatch of conversation.
‘You can’t let him do this, Mum. You have to stop him.’
‘It’s not our choice, darling.’
‘But it is. It is – if he’s asking you to be part of it,’ Georgina protested.
The handle stilled in my hand.
‘I can’t believe you’re even agreeing to it. What about your religion? What
about everything you’ve done? What was the point in you even bloody saving
him the last time?’
Mrs Traynor’s voice was deliberately calm. ‘That’s not fair.’
‘But you’ve said you’ll take him. What does –’
‘Do you think for a moment that if I said I refuse, he wouldn’t ask someone
else?’
‘But Dignitas? It’s just wrong. I know it’s hard for him, but it will destroy you
and Daddy. I know it. Think of how you would feel! Think of the publicity! Your
job! Both your reputations! He must know it. It’s a selfish thing to even ask.
How can he? How can he do this? How can you do this?’ She began to sob
again.
‘George … ’