[Nevertheless, she took the journal from him, skimming her fingers over the worn leather binding, and rested it on her lap. She felt strangely numb; it had only been a matter of weeks since Vimes had pressed the significance of the forgotten journals on her. To think that Neil's now numbered amongst them...]
[She swallowed and glanced over at the note; wanting to read it but not wanting to do so in front of Lyle. She had no idea what was inside it, but she could imagine. Neil had his dorky, sentimental side.]
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[Nevertheless, she took the journal from him, skimming her fingers over the worn leather binding, and rested it on her lap. She felt strangely numb; it had only been a matter of weeks since Vimes had pressed the significance of the forgotten journals on her. To think that Neil's now numbered amongst them...]
[She swallowed and glanced over at the note; wanting to read it but not wanting to do so in front of Lyle. She had no idea what was inside it, but she could imagine. Neil had his dorky, sentimental side.]
I'm so sorry, Lyle.