Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘Here,’ he said. ‘Go out the back door, through Mrs Doherty’s garden, and
take the van. They won’t see you in the van. If you go now and the traffic’s not
too bad you might just make it.’
‘You have any idea where this is all headed?’ Katrina said.
She glanced sideways at me as we sped down the motorway.
‘Nope.’
I couldn’t look at her for long – I was rifling through my handbag, trying to
work out what I had forgotten. I kept hearing the sound of Mrs Traynor’s voice
down the line. Louisa? Please will you come? I know we’ve had our differences,
but please … It’s vital that you come now.
‘Shit. I’ve never seen Mum like that,’ Treena continued.
Passport, wallet, door keys. Door keys? For what? I no longer had a home.
Katrina glanced sideways at me. ‘I mean, she’s mad now, but she’s in shock.
You know she’ll be all right in the end, right? I mean, when I came home and
told her I was up the duff I thought she was never going to speak to me again.
But it only took her – what? – two days, to come round.’
I could hear her babbling away beside me, but I wasn’t really paying attention.
I could barely focus on anything. My nerve endings seemed to have come alive;
they almost jangled with anticipation. I was going to see Will. Whatever else, I
had that. I could almost feel the miles between us shrinking, as if we were at two
ends of some invisible elastic thread.
‘Treen?’
‘Yes?’
I swallowed. ‘Don’t let me miss this flight.’
My sister is nothing if not determined. We queue-jumped, sped up the inside
lane, broke the speed limit and scanned the radio for the traffic reports, and
finally the airport came into view. She screeched to a halt and I was halfway out
of the car before I heard her.
‘Hey! Lou!’
‘Sorry.’ I turned back and ran the few steps to her.
She hugged me, really tightly. ‘You’re doing the right thing,’ she said. She
looked almost close to tears. ‘Now fuck off. If you miss the bloody plane on top
of me getting six points on my licence, I’m never talking to you again.’