Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘How dare you suggest I would do anything to hurt Will’s feelings. I have
done everything,’ I hissed. ‘I have done everything I can think of. I’ve come up
with ideas, got him out, talked to him, read to him, looked after him.’ My last
words exploded out of my chest. ‘I’ve cleaned up after him. I’ve changed his
bloody catheter. I’ve made him laugh. I’ve done more than your bloody family
have done.’
Mrs Traynor stood very still. She drew herself up to her full height, tucked her
handbag under her arm. ‘I think this conversation has probably ended, Miss
Clark.’
‘Yes. Yes, Mrs Traynor. I think it probably has.’
She turned, and walked swiftly out of the cafe.
When the door slammed shut, I realized I too was shaking.
That conversation with Mrs Traynor kept me jangling for the next couple of
days. I kept hearing her words, the idea that I was rubbing my happiness in his
face. I didn’t think Will could be affected by anything that I did. When he had
seemed disapproving about my decision to move in with Patrick, I had thought it
was about him not liking Patrick rather than any feelings he had for me. More
importantly, I didn’t think I had looked particularly happy.
At home, I couldn’t shake this feeling of anxiety. It was like a low-level
current running through me, and it fed into everything I did. I asked Patrick,
‘Would we have done this if my sister hadn’t needed my room at home?’
He had looked at me as if I were daft. He leant over and pulled me to him,
kissing the top of my head. Then he glanced down. ‘Do you have to wear these
pyjamas? I hate you in pyjamas.’
‘They’re comfortable.’
‘They look like something my mum would wear.’
‘I’m not going to wear a basque and suspenders every night just to keep you
happy. And you’re not answering my question.’
‘I don’t know. Probably. Yes.’
‘But we weren’t talking about it, were we?’
‘Lou, most people move in with each other because it’s sensible. You can love
someone and still see the financial and practical advantages.’