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Then she smiled. Small. Private. A solo smile — the best kind.
The 11:59 PM Cascades train was nearly empty. Molly shoved her duffel into the overhead rack, then unzipped the soft-sided carrier at her feet. Inside, Kit — a grey tabby with eyes like cracked green glass — let out a low, offended mrrrow . molly kit solo
A restless young woman, her anxious cat, and a solitary overnight train ride through the Pacific Northwest. Then she smiled
"Shh," Molly whispered, sliding into the window seat. "We're solo now. Just us." A solo smile — the best kind
Outside, Portland's rain-slicked lights bled into streaks. She pressed her palm against the cold glass. Twenty-four hours ago, she'd still had a roommate, a job, a "situation." Now she had a one-way ticket to Seattle, three hundred dollars, and a cat who hated motion sickness.
Kit's tiny claws kneaded the carrier's mesh. Molly unlatched the door, and he bolted onto her lap, curling into a tight, vibrating ball. She rested her chin on his furry head.
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