Somehow, you couldn’t remember the last time you heard Simons voice. You couldn’t remember the pitch or the tone, nothing. You had only lost your hearing about a year ago, but you were suffering.

Learning sign language felt impossible… and not being able to communicate with Simon made it much, much worse.

You sat on the porch, holding a bottle of whisky and staring off into the yard, not realizing Simon had stepped outside behind you.