_OceanofPDF.com_The_Girl_on_the_Train_-_Paula_Hawkins

The child starts to wail suddenly and loudly, and Anna gets abruptly
to her feet.
“I need to change her,” she says
“Not now.”
“She’s wet, Tom. She needs changing. Don’t be cruel.”
He looks at Anna sharply, but he hands the crying child to her. I try to
catch her eye, but she won’t look at me. My heart rises into my throat as
she turns to go upstairs, but it sinks again just as fast, because Tom is on
his feet, his hand on her arm. “Do it here,” he says. “You can do it here.”
Anna goes across into the kitchen and changes the child’s nappy on
the table. The smell of shit fills the room, it turns my stomach.
“Are you going to tell us why?” I ask him. Anna stops what’s she’s
doing and looks across at us. The room is still, quiet, save for the
babbling of the child.
Tom shakes his head, almost in disbelief himself. “She could be very
like you, Rach. She wouldn’t let things go. She didn’t know when she
was over. She just . . . she wouldn’t listen. Remember how you always
argued with me, how you always wanted the last word? Megan was like
that. She wouldn’t listen.”
He shifts in his seat and leans forward, his elbows on his knees, as if
he’s telling me a story. “When we started, it was just fun, just fucking.
She led me to believe that was what she was into. But then she changed
her mind. I don’t know why. She was all over the place, that girl. She’d
have a bad day with Scott, or she’d just be a bit bored, and she’d start
talking about us going away together, starting over, about me leaving
Anna and Evie. As if I would! And if I wasn’t there on demand when she
wanted me, she’d be furious, calling here, threatening me, telling me she
was going to come round, that she was going to tell Anna about us.
“But then it stopped. I was so relieved. I thought she’d finally
managed to get it into her head that I wasn’t interested any longer. But
then that Saturday she called, saying she needed to talk, that she had
something important to tell me. I ignored her, so she started making
threats again—she was going to come to the house, that sort of thing. I
wasn’t too worried at first, because Anna was going out. You remember,
darling? You were supposed to be going out to dinner with the girls, and
I was going to babysit. I thought perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad thing
—she would come round and I’d have it out with her. I’d make her
understand. But then you came along, Rachel, and fucked everything
up.”