Nathan thought back to that many times over the past few years, and figured now he should have known.  Catherine was telling him then that she no longer wanted him, all through a silence he refused to hear.  Nathan and Catherine didn’t speak the same language.  Nathan felt now he’d probably lost his understanding of her as he’d learned to speak.  His ability to connect to her existed somewhere outside of language, beyond words.  It remained more deeply rooted, grounded in his ability to make her laugh, smile.

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