Molly Kit Solo < TRUSTED ✦ >

Then she smiled. Small. Private. 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. molly kit solo

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 . Then she smiled

Solo, she thought. Not lonely. There was a difference. A solo smile — the best kind

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