Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘He had a good time.’ My voice sounded clipped. Oddly like her own, I found
myself thinking.
‘He does look well. Very well.’ She stared at me, standing there on the
pavement. She was suddenly acutely still, despite the sea of people moving
around her.
We didn’t speak.
And then I said, ‘Mrs Traynor, I’d like to hand in my notice. I can’t … I can’t
do these last few days. I’ll forfeit any money owed to me. In fact, I don’t want
this month’s money. I don’t want anything. I just –’
She went pale then. I saw the colour drain from her face, the way she swayed
a little in the morning sunshine. I saw Mr Traynor coming up behind her, his
stride brisk, one hand holding his panama hat firmly on his head. He was
muttering his apologies as he pushed through the crowds, his eyes fixed on me
and his wife as we stood rigidly a few feet apart.
‘You … you said you thought he was happy. You said you thought this might
change his mind.’ She sounded desperate, as if she were pleading with me to say
something else, to give her some different result.
I couldn’t speak. I stared at her, and the most I could manage was a small
shake of my head.
‘I’m sorry,’ I whispered, so quietly that she could not have heard me.
He was almost there as she fell. It was as if her legs just gave way under her,
and Mr Traynor’s left arm shot out and caught her as she went down, her mouth
a great O, her body slumped against his.
His hat fell to the pavement. He glanced up at me, his face confused, not yet
registering what had just taken place.
And I couldn’t look. I turned, numb, and I began to walk, one foot in front of
the other, my legs moving almost before I knew what they were doing, away
from the airport, not yet even knowing where it was I was going to go.