"Well, I don't think Catherine is on any social media, I don't think that suits her," Steve mused. He turned off his laptop and let his thoughts travel back in time, reliving everything he and she had been through together.
"Ah, Cath... it hurts in my heart, every time I remember the good times we had together. It all went by too fast, and it's a shame that we are going our separate ways today. I think you will live now only in my memory, in the nostalgia of my days. I wanted so much to know how you are."
Steve was sad and lonely. His memory insisted on reminding him how happy he had been with her while they had been together. He picked up a picture of her and sighed. "There is one very big absence in my life. It's you."
The next day, Danny was trying to convince Steve to meet a friend of Danny's girlfriend. "She saw your profile and liked you. We can go out to dinner."
"I'm not going out with a woman who is old enough to be my daughter, Danny. What does Grace think of this new phase of yours?
"What phase, Steve? I don't like your comment," Danny complained.
"Let it go, Danny. Let's get to work because we have one more case," Steve sighed. His life was all about cases, cases and cases.
Two months later, Steve traveled. He was going to Mary's house and would be there for a few days until Joan's birthday.
"Hi, Steve. How nice of you to come! Joan was thinking you wouldn't have time to come for her birthday," Mary said as she hugged him.
"I would never miss Joan's fifteenth birthday, even if there was no party I would come," Steve replied to her.
"She's already out of school and should be here any minute. Come on, let's go to the kitchen, I'm going to make you a snack."
Steve went into the kitchen with her and and sat down while she prepared the snack.
"Tell me all about it, Steve. How are you doing? Are you dating a lot? I see the racy comments women leave on your social network."
"You want to know the truth, Mary, my life sucks, and I don't care about the racy comments these women leave."
Mary looked at him. "What's wrong, brother?"
Steve sighed. "I'm tired, Mary. My life is meaningless, I've conquered nothing, I have nothing."
Mary served him his snack and watched him as he ate. He really did look tired, not just a physical tiredness, but a tiredness of the soul. "You're wrong, Steve. You've accomplished a lot. You've had a winning career in the Navy, you're the head of the task force."
"And what else? There's nothing more than that, Mary. My job has taken everything from me."
Mary held his hand. "You did very well to come a few days before the party, you need a vacation."
Steve just nodded and continued eating.
"Uncle Steve!" Joan exclaimed as she entered the kitchen a few minutes later.
Steve smiled at her and stood up. "Hey! Come here and give your uncle a hug."
Joan hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I'm really glad you came, Uncle Steve."
"Thank you, dear," Steve replied.
"You're going to dance with me at my party. I'm going to make my friends jealous."
Steve smiled. "That time has passed, dear."
"That's not true, Uncle. I see the comments women leave on your picture ."
"Why is everyone talking about it? I'm getting embarrassed."
Steve rested the rest of the day and after dinner he asked Joan for help while Mary had gone to play cards at her neighbor's house. "Joan, can you help me find someone?"
"I can try, Uncle Steve. Sit here on my side," Joan replied.
Steve sat down and told Joan that the person's name was Catherine Rollins.
"Who is she, Uncle Steve?" Joan asked curiously.
"She was my girl for many years. She met you when you were a baby, and you liked her."
Joan typed in Catherine's name and went on to show Steve the pictures. "It's none of those," Steve replied.
"Did she have a nickname?" Joan asked.
"Cath," Steve replied and smiled. "When I first met her, I asked her what I should call her. And she replied that I should call her Cath. Just Cath."
"Cath?" we're going to be here all night looking at pictures of all the Cath girls, Uncle Steve."
After dozens of pictures, Steve gave up. "You can stop, Joan. Let it go." He got up and went to his room. Joan could tell he was sad and disappointed.
"Hmm... Cath, just Cath," Joan typed and found a woman's profile. She decided to leave a message. "Hello, is your name Catherine Rollins? My name is Joan and I was wondering if you know my Uncle Steve."