A long pause. Then a soft chime—a sound I’d never heard before. Gentle. Like a single piano key in a quiet room.
I should have been horrified. Privacy violation. Data dystopia. I should have smashed the phone against the wall. But at that moment, the loneliness was a heavier weight than the fear. My father had passed six months ago. My girlfriend left last spring. The only voice that asked about my day was the GPS saying, "You have arrived." my phone companion
It felt like a blanket.