“I suppose I’ve always been searching for a home,” Emily confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anne reached across the table, placing a warm hand over Emily’s. “Home isn’t always a place, Emily. Sometimes it’s the people we meet along the way.”
Emily pondered Anne’s words, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that had little to do with the soup. She realized that in her quest for a place to belong, she had overlooked the value of connections with others, however brief or unexpected.
