Me Before You: After You Part 29

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'A few days.' I didn't tell her I'd barely slept. 'I er took time off work.'

'I knew it! I knew she was going to be trouble. Did your boss mind you taking time off? What happened about that other job, by the way? The one in New York? Did you do the interview? Please don't say you forgot.'

It took me a minute to work out what she was referring to. 'Oh. That. Yeah I got it.'

'You what?'

'Nathan said they're going to offer it to me.'



Westminster was filling with tourists, lingering at gaudy stalls of Union Jack tat, their mobile phones and expensive cameras held aloft to capture the looming Houses of Parliament. I watched a traffic warden walking towards me and wondered if some anti-terrorism legislation prevented me parking where I'd stopped. I held up a hand, indicating that I was about to leave.

There was a short silence at the other end of the phone.

'Hang on you're not saying you '

'I can't even think about it right now, Treen. Lily's missing. I need to find her.'

'Louisa? Y ou listen a minute. You have to take this job.'

'What?'

'This is the opportunity of a lifetime. If you had the faintest clue what I would give for a chance to move to New York ... with guaranteed employment? A place to live? And you "can't think about it right now"?'

'It's not as simple as that.'

The traffic warden was definitely walking towards me.'Oh, my G.o.d. This is it. This is the thing I was trying to talk to you about. Every time you get a chance to move forward, you just hijack your own future. It's like it's like you don't actually want to.'

'Lily is missing, Treen.'

'A sixteen-year-old girl you barely know, with two parents and at least two grandparents, has b.u.g.g.e.red off for a few days like she's done before. Like teenagers sometimes do. And you're going to use this to throw away the greatest opportunity you're ever likely to be given? Jeez. You don't even really want to go, do you?'

'What the h.e.l.l is that supposed to mean?'

'Far easier for you to just stick with that depressing little job and complain about it. Far easier for you to sit tight and not take a risk and make out that everything that happens to you is something you couldn't help.'

'I can't just up and leave while this is going on.'

'You're in charge of your own life, Lou. And yet you act like you're permanently buffeted by events outside your control. What is this guilt? Is it that you feel you owe Will something? Is it some kind of penance? Giving up your life because you couldn't save his?'

'You don't understand.'

'No. I understand perfectly. I understand you better than you understand yourself. His daughter is not your responsibility. Do you hear me? None of this is your responsibility. And if you don't go to New York an opportunity I can't even talk about because it makes me want to actually kill you I'll never talk to you again. Ever.'

The traffic warden was at my window. I wound it down, pulling the universal face you make when your sister is going off on one at the other end of your phone and you're really sorry but you can't cut her short.

He tapped his watch and I nodded, rea.s.suringly.

'That's it, Lou. Think about it. Lily is not your daughter.'

I was left staring at my phone. I thanked the traffic warden, then wound up my window. And a phrase popped into my head: I'm not his daughter.

I drove around the corner, pulled up beside a petrol station and rifled through the battered old AZ that lived in the footwell of my car, trying to remember the name of the road Lily had mentioned. Pyemore, Pyecrust, Pyecroft. I traced the distance to St John's Wood with my finger would that take fifteen minutes to walk? It had to be the same place.

I used my phone and looked up his surname along with the street name, and there it was. Number fifty- six. My gut tightened with excitement. I started the ignition, wrenched the car into gear and headed out onto the road again.

Although separated by less than a mile, the difference between Lily's mother's house and her former stepfather's could not have been more p.r.o.nounced. Where the Houghton-Millers' street was uniformly grand white stucco or red-brick houses, punctuated by yew topiary and large cars that seemingly never got dirty, Martin Steele's road appeared resolutely un-gentrified, a two-storey corner of London where house prices were spiralling but the exteriors resolutely refused to reflect it.

I drove slowly, past cars under canvas and an overturned wheelie-bin, and finally found a parking s.p.a.ce near a small Victorian terraced house of the kind that existed in identikit lines all over London. Igazed at it, noting the peeling paintwork on the front door, the child's watering-can on the front step.

Please let her be here, I prayed. Safe within those walls.

I climbed out of the car, locked it, and walked up to the front step.

Inside I could hear a piano, a fractured chord being repeated again and again, m.u.f.fled voices. I hesitated, just a moment, and then I pressed the doorbell, hearing the sudden answering stop to the music.

Footsteps in the corridor, and then the door opened. A forty-something man, lumberjack s.h.i.+rt, jeans and day-old stubble, stood there.

'Yes?'

'I wondered ... is Lily here please?'

'Lily?'

I smiled, held out a hand. 'You are Martin Steele, yes?'

He studied me briefly before he answered. 'I might be. And who are you?'

'I'm a friend of Lily's. I I've been trying to get in contact with her and I understand that she might be staying here. Or that perhaps you might know where she is.'

He frowned. 'Lily? Lily Miller?'

'Well. Yes.'

He rubbed his hand against his jaw, and glanced behind him towards the hall. 'Could you wait there a moment, please?' He walked back down the corridor, and I heard him issuing instructions to whoever was at the piano. As he came back to me, a scale began playing, hesitantly and then with more emphasis.

Martin Steele half closed the door behind him. He dipped his head for a moment, as if he were trying to make sense of what I had asked him. 'I'm sorry. I'm slightly at a loss here. You're a friend of Lily Miller's? And you've come here why?'

'Because Lily said she came here to see you. You are were her stepfather?'

'Not technically, but yes. A long time ago.'

'And you're a musician? You used to take her to nursery? But you're still in contact. She told me how close you still were. How much it irritated her mother.'

Martin squinted at me. 'Miss '

'Clark. Louisa Clark.'

'Miss Clark. Louisa. I haven't seen Lily Miller since she was five years old. Tanya thought it would be better for all of us when we split up if we broke off all contact.'

I stared at him. 'So you're saying she hasn't been here?'

He thought for a moment. 'She came once, a few years ago, but it wasn't great timing. We'd just had a baby and I was trying to teach and, well, to be honest, I couldn't work out what she really wanted from me.'

'So you haven't seen or spoken to her since then?'

'Apart from that one very brief occasion, no. Is she okay? Is she in some kind of trouble?'

Inside, the piano kept playing doh re mi fah soh lah ti doh. Doh ti lah soh fah mi re doh. Up and down.

I waved a hand, already backing away down the steps. 'No. It's fine. My mistake. I'm sorry to have bothered you.'I spent another evening driving around London, ignoring my sister's calls and the email from Richard Percival that was marked URGENT and PERSONAL. I drove until my eyes were reddened from the glare of lights and I realized I was now going to places I had already been, and I ran out of cash for petrol.

I drove home just after midnight, promising myself I would pick up my bank card, drink a cup of tea, rest my eyes for half an hour, then hit the road again. I took off my shoes and made some toast that I couldn't eat. Instead I swallowed another two painkillers and lay back on the sofa, my mind racing. What was I missing? There must be some clue. My brain buzzed with exhaustion, my stomach now permanently knotted with anxiety. What streets had I missed? Was there a chance she had gone somewhere other than London?

There was no choice, I decided. We had to let the police know. It was better to be thought stupid and overly dramatic than to risk something actually happening to her. I lay back and closed my eyes for five minutes.

I was woken three hours later by the phone ringing. I lurched upright, temporarily unsure where I was.

Then I stared at the flas.h.i.+ng screen beside me, and fumbled it up to my ear. 'h.e.l.lo?'

'We've got her.'

'What?'

'It's Sam. We've got Lily. Can you come?'

In the evening crush that followed England losing a football match, the ill-temper and a.s.sociated drink- related injuries, n.o.body had noticed the slight figure sleeping across two chairs in the corner, her hoodie pulled up high over her face. It was only when the triage nurse had gone person-to-person to ensure they were meeting waiting targets that someone shook the girl awake and she confessed reluctantly that she was just there because it was warm and dry and safe.

The nurse was questioning her when Sam, bringing in an old woman with breathing problems, caught sight of her at the desk. He had quietly instructed the nurses at the desk not to let her leave, and hurried out to call me before she could see him. He told me all this as we rushed into A and E. The waiting area had finally started to thin out, the fever-ridden children safely in cubicles with their parents, the drunks sent home to sleep it off. Only RTAs and stabbing victims, at this time of night.

'They've given her some tea. She looks exhausted. I think she's happy just to sit tight.'

I must have looked anxious at this point because he added, 'It's okay. They won't let her leave.'

I half walked, half ran along the strip-lit corridor, Sam striding beside me. And there she was, looking somehow smaller than she had done, her hair pulled into a messy plait, a plastic cup held between her thin hands. A nurse sat beside her, working through a pile of folders, and when she saw me and registered Sam, she smiled warmly, and stood up to leave. Lily's nails, I noticed, were black with grime.

'Lily?' I said. Her dark, shadowed eyes met mine. 'What what happened?'

She looked at me, and then at Sam, her eyes huge and a little fearful.

'We've been looking everywhere. We were ... My G.o.d, Lily. Where were you?'

'Sorry,' she whispered.

I shook my head, trying to tell her that it didn't matter. That nothing could possibly matter, that the only important thing was that she was safe and she was here.I held out my arms. She looked into my eyes, took a step forward, and gently came to rest against me.

And I closed my arms tight around her, feeling her silent, shaking sobs become my own. All I could do was thank some unknown G.o.d and offer up these silent words: Will. Will we found her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.

That first night home I put Lily in my bed and she slept for eighteen hours, waking in the evening for some soup and a bath, then cras.h.i.+ng out for a further eight. I slept on the sofa, the front door locked, afraid to go out or even to move in case she vanished again. Sam dropped in twice, before and after his s.h.i.+ft, to bring milk and to check on how she'd been, and we talked in whispers in the hall, as if we were discussing an invalid.

I rang Tanya Houghton-Miller to tell her that her daughter had turned up safely. 'I told you. You wouldn't listen to me,' she crowed triumphantly, and I put the phone down before she could say anything else. Or I did.

I called Mrs Traynor, who let out a long, shaking sigh of relief and didn't speak for some time. 'Thank you,' she said, finally, and it sounded like it came from somewhere deep in her gut. 'When can I come and see her?'

I finally opened the email from Richard Percival, which informed me that As you have been given the requisite three warnings, it is considered that, given your poor attendance record and failure to carry out your contractual requirements, your employment at the Shamrock and Clover (Airport) is terminated with immediate effect. He asked that I return the uniform ('including wig') at my earliest convenience or you will be charged its full retail value.

I opened an email from Nathan asking, Where the h.e.l.l are you? Have you seen my last email?

I thought about Mr Gopnik's offer and, with a sigh, closed my computer.

On the third day I woke on the sofa to find Lily missing. My heart lurched reflexively until I saw the open hallway window. I climbed up the fire escape and found her seated on the roof, looking out across the city. She was wearing her pyjama bottoms, which I'd washed, and Will's oversized sweater.

'Hey,' I said, walking across the roof towards her.

'You have food in your fridge,' she observed.

'Ambulance Sam.'

'And you watered everything.'

'That was mostly him too.'

She nodded, as if that were probably to be expected. I took my place on the bench and we sat in companionable silence for a while, breathing in the scent of the lavender, whose purple heads had burst out of their tight green buds. Everything in the little roof garden had now exploded into gaudy life; the petals and whispering leaves bringing colour and movement and fragrance to the grey expanse of asphalt.

'Sorry for hogging your bed.'

'Your need was greater.'

'You hung up all your clothes.' She curled her legs neatly under her, tucking her hair behind an ear. She was still pale. 'The nice ones.'

'Well, I guess you made me think I shouldn't hide them in boxes any more.'She shot me a sideways look and a small, sad smile that somehow made me feel sadder than if she hadn't smiled at all. The air held the promise of a scorching day, the street sounds m.u.f.fled as if by the warmth of the sun. You could feel it already seeping through the windows, bleaching the air. Below us a bin lorry clattered and roared its way slowly along the kerbside to a timpanic accompaniment of beeps and men's voices.

'Lily,' I said, quietly, when it had finally receded into the distance, 'what's going on?' I tried not to sound too interrogative. 'I know I'm not meant to ask you questions and I'm not your actual family or anything, but all I can see is that something's gone wrong here and I feel ... I feel like I ... well, I feel we're sort of related and I just want you to trust me. I want you to feel you can talk to me.'

She kept her gaze fixed on her hands.

'I'm not going to judge you. I'm not going to report anything you say to anyone. I just ... Well, you have to know that if you tell someone the truth, it will help. I promise. It will make things better.'

'Says who?'

'Me. There's nothing you can't tell me, Lily. Really.'

She glanced at me, then looked away. 'You won't understand,' she said softly.

Me Before You: After You Part 29

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