Me Before You: After You Part 9

She let herself in and I followed awkwardly, feeling like an intruder. We were in a s.p.a.cious, high- ceilinged hallway, with parquet flooring and a huge gilt mirror on the wall, a slew of white-card invitations jostling for s.p.a.ce in its frame. A vase of beautifully arranged flowers sat on a small antique table. The air was scented with their perfume.

From upstairs came the sound of commotion, possibly children's voices it was hard to tell.

'My half-brothers,' Lily said dismissively, and walked through to the kitchen, apparently expecting me to follow. It was enormous, in modernist grey, with an endless mushroom-coloured polished-concrete worktop. Everything in it screamed money, from the Dualit toaster to the coffee-maker, which was large and complicated enough not to be out of place in a Milanese cafe. Lily opened the fridge and scanned it, finally pulling out a box of fresh pineapple pieces that she started to eat with her fingers.

'Lily?'

A voice from upstairs, urgent, female.

'Lily, is that you?' The sound of footsteps racing down.

Lily rolled her eyes.

A blonde woman appeared in the doorway. She stared at me, then at Lily, who was dropping a piece of pineapple languidly into her mouth. She walked over and s.n.a.t.c.hed the container from her hands. 'Where the h.e.l.l have you been? The school is beside themselves. Daddy was out driving round the neighbourhood. We thought you'd been murdered! Where were you?'

'He's not my dad.'

'Don't get smart with me, young lady. You can't just walk back in here like nothing's happened! Do you have any idea of the trouble you've caused? I was up with your brother half the night, and then I couldn't sleep for worrying about what had happened to you. I've had to cancel our trip to Granny Houghton's because we didn't know where you were.'

Lily stared at her coolly. 'I don't know why you bothered. You don't usually care where I am.'The woman stiffened with rage. She was thin, the kind of thin that comes with faddy diets or compulsive exercise; her hair was expensively cut and coloured so that it looked neither, and she was wearing what I a.s.sumed were designer jeans. But her face, tanned as it was, betrayed her: she looked exhausted.

She spun round to me. 'Is it you she's been staying with?'

'Well, yes, but '

She looked me up and down, and apparently decided she was not enamoured of what she saw. 'Do you know the trouble you're causing? Do you have any idea how old she is? What the h.e.l.l do you want with a girl that young anyway? You must be, what, thirty?'

'Actually, I '

'Is this what it's about?' she asked her daughter. 'Are you having a relationship with this woman?'

'Oh, Mum, shut up.' Lily had picked up the pineapple again, and was fishing around in it with her forefinger. 'It's not what you think. She hasn't caused any of it.' She lowered the last piece of pineapple into her mouth, pausing to chew, perhaps for dramatic effect, before she spoke again. 'She's the woman who used to look after my dad. My real dad.'

Tanya Houghton-Miller sat back in the endless cushions of her cream sofa and stirred her coffee. I perched on the edge of the sofa opposite, gazing at the oversized Diptyque candles and the artfully placed Interiors magazines. I was slightly afraid that if I sat back as she had, my coffee would tip into my lap.

'How did you meet my daughter?' she said wearily. Her wedding finger sported two of the biggest diamonds I'd ever seen.

'I didn't, really. She turned up at my flat. I had no idea who she was.'

She digested that for a minute. 'And you used to look after Will Traynor.'

'Yes. Until he died.'

There was a brief pause as we both studied the ceiling something had just crashed above our heads.

'My sons.' She sighed. 'They have some behavioural issues.'

'Are they from your ... ?'

'They're not Will's, if that's what you're asking.'

We sat there in silence. Or as near to silence as it could get when you could hear furious screaming upstairs. There was another thud, followed by an ominous silence.

'Mrs Houghton-Miller,' I said. 'Is it true? Is Lily Will's daughter?'

She raised her chin slightly. 'Yes.'

I felt suddenly shaky, and put my coffee cup on the table. 'I don't understand. I don't understand how '

'It's quite simple. Will and I were together during the last year of uni. I was totally in love with him, of course. Everyone was. Although I should say it wasn't all one-way traffic you know?' She raised a small smile and waited, as if expecting me to say something.

I couldn't. How could Will not have told me he had a daughter? After everything we had been through?

Tanya drawled on: 'Anyway. We were the golden couple of our group. b.a.l.l.s, punting, weekends away, you know the drill. Will and I well, we were everywhere.' She told the story as if it were still fresh to her, as if it were something she had gone over and over in her head. 'And then at our Founders' Ball, I had to leave to help my friend Liza, who had got herself into a bit of a mess, and when I came back, Will was gone. No idea where he was. So I waited there for ages, and all the cars came and took everyone home,and finally a girl I didn't even know very well came up to me and told me that Will had gone off with a girl called Stephanie Loudon. You won't know her but she'd had her eye on him for ever. At first I didn't believe it, but I drove to her house anyway, and sat outside, and sure enough, at five a.m. he came out and they stood there kissing on the doorstep, like they couldn't care who saw. And when I got out of the car and confronted him, he didn't even have the grace to be ashamed. He just said there was no point in us getting emotional as we were never going to last beyond college anyway.

'And then, of course, college finished, which was something of a relief, to be honest, because who wants to be the girl Will Traynor dumped? But it was so hard to get over, because it had ended so abruptly. After we left and he started work in the City I wrote to him asking if we could at least meet for a drink so I could work out what on earth had gone wrong. Because, as far as I was concerned, we had been really happy, you know? And he just got his secretary to send this this card, saying she was very sorry but Will's diary was absolutely full and he didn't have time right now but he wished me all the best. "All the best".' She grimaced.

I winced internally. Much as I wanted to discount her story, this version of Will held a horrible ring of truth. Will himself had looked back at his earlier life with utter clarity, had confessed how badly he had treated women when he was younger. (His exact words were: 'I was a complete a.r.s.e.') Tanya was still talking. 'And then, about two months later, I discovered I was pregnant. And it was already awfully late because my periods had always been erratic and I hadn't realized I'd already missed two. So I decided to go ahead and have Lily. But ' here she lifted her chin again, as if braced to defend herself 'there was no point in telling him. Not after everything he'd said and done.'

My coffee had gone cold. 'No point in telling him?'

'He'd as good as said he didn't want anything to do with me. He would have acted as if I'd done it deliberately, to trap him or something.'

My mouth was hanging open. I closed it. 'But you you don't think he had the right to know, Mrs Houghton-Miller? You don't think he might have wanted to meet his child? Regardless of what had happened between the two of you?'

She put down her cup.

'She's sixteen,' I said. 'She would have been fourteen, fifteen when he died. That's an awful long '

'And by that time she had Francis. He was her father. And he has been very good to her. We were a family. Are a family.'

'I don't understand '

'Will didn't deserve to know her.'

The words settled in the air between us.

'He was an a.r.s.ehole. Okay? Will Traynor was a selfish a.r.s.ehole.' She pushed a strand of hair back from her face. 'Obviously I didn't know what had happened to him. That came as a complete shock. But I can't honestly say it would have made a difference.'

It took me a moment to find my voice. 'It would have made every difference. To him.'

She looked at me sharply.

'Will killed himself,' I said, and my voice cracked a little. 'Will ended his life because he couldn't see any reason to go on. If he'd known he had a daughter 'She stood up. 'Oh, no. You don't pin that on me, Miss Whoever-you-are. I am not going to be made to feel responsible for that man's suicide. You think my life isn't complicated enough? Don't you dare come here judging me. If you'd had to cope with half of what I cope with ... No. Will Traynor was a horrible man.'

'Will Traynor was the finest man I ever knew.'

She let her gaze run up and down me. 'Yes. Well, I can imagine that's probably true.'

I thought I had never been filled with such an instant dislike for someone.

I had stood to leave when a voice broke into the silence. 'So my dad really didn't know about me.'

Lily was standing very still in the doorway. Tanya Houghton-Miller blanched. Then she recovered herself. 'I was saving you from hurt, Lily. I knew Will very well, and I was not prepared to put either of us through the humiliation of trying to persuade him to be part of a relationship he wouldn't have wanted.'

She smoothed her hair. 'And you really must stop this awful eavesdropping habit. You're likely to get quite the wrong end of the stick.'

I couldn't listen to any more. I walked to the door as a boy began shouting upstairs. A plastic truck flew down the stairs and crashed into pieces somewhere below. An anxious face Filipina? gazed at me over the banister. I began to walk down the stairs.

'Where are you going?'

'I'm sorry, Lily. We'll perhaps we'll talk some other time.'

'But you've hardly told me anything about my dad.'

'He wasn't your father,' Tanya Houghton-Miller said. 'Francis has done more for you since you were little than Will ever would have done.'

'Francis is not my dad,' Lily roared.

Another crash from upstairs, and a woman's voice, shouting in a language I didn't understand. A toy machine-gun sent tinny blasts into the air. Tanya put her hands to her head. 'I can't cope with this. I simply can't cope.'

Lily caught up with me at the door. 'Can I stay with you?'

'What?'

'At your flat? I can't stay here.'

'Lily, I don't think '

'Just for tonight. Please.'

'Oh, be my guest. Have her stay with you for a day or two. She's just delightful company.' Tanya waved a hand. 'Polite, helpful, loving. A dream to have around!' Her face hardened. 'Let's see how that works out. You know she drinks? And smokes in the house? And that she was suspended from school? She's told you all this, has she?'

Lily seemed almost bored, as if she had heard this a million times before.

'She didn't even bother turning up for her exams. We've done everything possible for her. Counsellors, the best schools, private tutors. Francis has treated her as if she were his own. And she just throws it all back in our faces. My husband is having a very difficult time at the bank right now, and the boys have their issues, and she doesn't give us an inch. She never has.'

'How would you even know? I've been with nannies half my life. When the boys were born, you sent me to boarding-school.''I couldn't cope with all of you! I did what I could!'

'You did what you wanted, which was to start your perfect family all over again, without me.' Lily turned back to me. 'Please? Just for a bit? I promise I won't get under your feet at all. I'll be really helpful.'

I should have said no. I knew I should. But I was so angry with that woman. And just for a moment I felt as if I had to stand in for Will, to do the thing he couldn't do. 'Fine,' I said, as a large Lego creation whistled past my ear and smashed into tiny coloured pieces by my feet. 'Grab your things. I'll be waiting outside.'

The rest of the day was a blur. We moved my boxes out of the spare room, stacking them in my bedroom, and made the room hers, or at least less of a storage area, putting up the blind I had never quite got round to fixing, and moving in a lamp and my spare bedside table. I bought a camp bed, and we carried it up the stairs together, with a hanging rail for her few things, a new duvet cover and pillow cases. She seemed to like having a purpose, and was completely unfazed at the idea of moving in with somebody she hardly knew. I watched her arranging her few belongings in the spare room that evening and felt oddly sad. How unhappy did a girl have to be to want to leave all that luxury for a box room with a camp bed and a wobbly clothes rail?

I cooked pasta, conscious of the strangeness of having someone to cook for, and we watched television together. At half past eight her phone went off and she asked for a piece of paper and a pen. 'Here,' she said, scribbling on it. 'This is my mum's mobile number. She wants your phone number and address. In case of emergencies.'

I wondered fleetingly how often she thought Lily was going to stay.

At ten, exhausted, I told her I was turning in. She was still watching television, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and messaging someone on her little laptop. 'Don't stay up too late, okay?' It sounded fake on my lips, like someone pretending to be an adult.

Her eyes were still glued to the television.

'Lily?'

She looked up, as if she'd only just noticed I was in the room. 'Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you. I was there.'

'Where?'

'On the roof. When you fell. It was me who called the ambulance.'

I saw her face suddenly, those big eyes, that skin, pale in the darkness. 'But what were you doing up there?'

'I found your address. After everyone at home had gone nutso, I just wanted to work out who you were before I tried to talk to you. I saw I could get up there by the fire escape and your light was on. I was just waiting, really. But when you came up and started messing about on the edge I suddenly thought if I said anything I'd freak you out.'

'Which you did.'

'Yeah. I didn't mean to do that. I actually thought I'd killed you.' She laughed, nervously.

We sat there for a minute.

'Everyone thinks I tried to jump.'Her face swivelled towards me. 'Really?'

'Yeah.'

She thought about this. 'Because of what happened to my dad?'

'Yes.'

'Do you miss him?'

'Every single day.'

She was silent. Eventually she said, 'So when is your next day off?'

'Sunday. Why?' I said, dragging my thoughts back.

'Can we go to your home town?'

'You want to go to Stortfold?'

'I want to see where he lived.'

CHAPTER EIGHT.