Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘I’ll leave you to it,’ I said. ‘Sure. Go for it,’ I said.
And I ordered the cheesecake.
If I had thought the events of the previous day would create a thaw back at
Granta House, I was wrong.
I greeted Will with a broad smile and a cheery hello, and he didn’t even bother
to look round from the window.
‘Not a good day,’ Nathan murmured, as he shouldered his way into his coat.
It was a filthy, low-cloud sort of a morning, where the rain spat meanly
against the windows and it was hard to imagine the sun coming out ever again.
Even I felt glum on a day like this. It wasn’t really a surprise that Will should be
worse. I began to work my way through the morning’s chores, telling myself all
the while that it didn’t matter. You didn’t have to like your employer anyway, did
you? Lots of people didn’t. I thought of Treena’s boss, a taut-faced serial
divorcee who monitored how many times my sister went to the loo and had been
known to make barbed comments if she considered her to have exceeded
reasonable bladder activity. And besides, I had already done two weeks here.
That meant there were only five months and thirteen working days to go.
The photographs were stacked carefully in the bottom drawer, where I had
placed them the previous day, and now, crouched on the floor, I began laying
them out and sorting through them, assessing which frames I might be able to
fix. I am quite good at fixing things. Besides, I thought it might be quite a useful
way of killing time.
I had been doing this for about ten minutes when the discreet hum of the
motorized wheelchair alerted me to Will’s arrival.
He sat there in the doorway, looking at me. There were dark shadows under
his eyes. Sometimes, Nathan told me, he barely slept at all. I didn’t want to think
how it would feel, to lie trapped in a bed you couldn’t get out of with only dark
thoughts to keep you company through the small hours.
‘I thought I’d see if I could fix any of these frames,’ I said, holding one up. It
was the picture of him bungee jumping. I tried to look cheerful. He needs
someone upbeat, someone positive.
‘Why?’