[She is the one that wrote it so she gives a nod, then points to herself. This seems easier in communicating than possibly getting a little closer than some might be comfortable in writing on their hand the way she did back home with Lloyd, after losing her ability to talk. Colette bites at her lower lip, her gaze lowering but obviously initially widened at that impulse. In blurting out something she never even told Lloyd over all those years.
She takes the phone and types again in further explanation.]
It's me. I can't talk. So I figure using this will help instead. I didn't mean to - to say that though.
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She takes the phone and types again in further explanation.]
It's me. I can't talk. So I figure using this will help instead. I didn't mean to - to say that though.