Solo, she thought. Not lonely. There was a difference.
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
A restless young woman, her anxious cat, and a solitary overnight train ride through the Pacific Northwest. Solo, she thought
Then she smiled. Small. Private. A solo smile — the best kind. she'd still had a roommate