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.
"Shh," Molly whispered, sliding into the window seat. "We're solo now. Just us."
Solo, she thought. Not lonely. There was a difference. molly kit solo
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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.
She whispered to Kit: "We're going to make it." "Shh," Molly whispered, sliding into the window seat
Then she smiled. Small. Private. A solo smile — the best kind.