Molly Kit Solo 'link' Access

Solo, she thought. Not lonely. There was a difference.

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. molly kit solo

"Shh," Molly whispered, sliding into the window seat. "We're solo now. Just us." Solo, she thought

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 . and he bolted onto her lap