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[She knew what he was going to say before the words even left his mouth, and had braced herself for them. Still, the finality of them stuck her hard.

'Neil's disappeared.'

He had stayed over the before. They'd woken up together, had breakfast, walked to the Bazaar. Promised they'd see each other later.

Later wasn't coming.

Some of his clothes were in her dresser, there was Guinness in her fridge-

She took a deep breath, willed herself to stay calm.

This wasn't easy on Lyle either. She couldn't afford to let herself go to pieces.]

Please sit down Lyle. Would you like some tea?

[He looked shaken. The poor man had just lost his brother. Again.

Her chest hurt.]