This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home.I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath.I could never tell him, but it's true.This is home. The two of us.
"The warmth transmitted through the telephone creates a sense of closeness, making one wonder if home is defined by a person rather than a physical location. Bridgette used to be that person for the narrator, but now St. Clair might be their new home. They find comfort in simply sharing each other's presence through their voices, without needing words, as they listen to their breaths."
"The narrator feels deeply connected to St. Clair, realizing that home isn’t a place but the companionship they share. This silent understanding and shared presence bring a sense of belonging, making it clear that sometimes, being with the right person is what truly makes a place feel like home."
