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It's a long ride from Kansas to North Carolina. She's staked a claim to the rear of the bus and spends it there, cuffed hands well out of sight.
Occasionally, she dozes, drifting in and out of consciousness as the noise of the road and quiet murmurs of other passengers break against her perception like waves on a beach. This is the closest to relaxed that she's come in... a while.
