Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

her umbrella and smiled, reaching round towards the large bag she had over her
shoulder. I wondered briefly if this was Will Traynor’s sister.
‘Louisa Clark?’
‘Yes?’
‘I’m from The Globe. I wondered if I could have a quick word?’
‘The Globe?’
I could hear the confusion in Lou’s voice.
‘The newspaper?’ I stepped behind my sister. I saw then the notepad in the
woman’s hand.
‘Can I come in? I’d just like to have a little chat with you about William
Traynor. You do work for William Traynor, don’t you?’
‘No comment,’ I said. And before the woman had a chance to say anything
else, I slammed the door in her face.
My sister stood stunned in the hallway. She flinched as the doorbell rang
again.
‘Don’t answer it,’ I hissed.
‘But how – ?’
I began to push her up the stairs. God, she was impossibly slow. It was like
she was half asleep. ‘Granddad, don’t answer the door!’ I yelled. ‘Who have you
told?’ I said, when we reached the landing. ‘Someone must have told them. Who
knows?’
‘Miss Clark,’ the woman’s voice came through the letter box. ‘If you just give
me ten minutes … we do understand this is a very sensitive issue. We’d like you
to put your side of the story … ’
‘Does this mean he’s dead?’ Her eyes had filled with tears.
‘No, it just means some arse is trying to cash in.’ I thought for a minute.
‘Who was that, girls?’ Mum’s voice came up the stairwell.
‘No one, Mum. Just don’t answer the door.’
I peered over the banister. Mum was holding a tea towel in her hands and
gazing at the shadowy figure visible through the glass panels of the front door.
‘Don’t answer the door?’
I took my sister’s elbow. ‘Lou … you didn’t say anything to Patrick, did you?’
She didn’t need to say anything. Her stricken face said it all.