Security wasn't necessarily tight, but she knew she needed to get someplace where she could curl up inside the sleeping bag. Soon, she would try to get a tent, but who knew when soon would be. She had no money, but she could not go back home. The only thing to do was to keep hitching rides, riding trains when possible.
She had to get west. The town wasn't important. The politics? Politics was everything now, and she had become used to entering towns, states, and conversations with care. Some were red. Some were blue. It was pretty easy to see who was who.
Back home, she knew her parents were missing her. She also knew they were angry. She did not know which of these would win out, but she hoped that love would prevail.
If she had a dog, at least, she wouldn't feel so lonely. Wouldn't feel so scared. She sniffed a tear back. There was a big outcropping of rocks back the way she'd come. Half a mile. She could do half a mile easy. She started putting one foot in front of the other.
She didn't look pregnant. That was a blessing, right? She did not know what would happen out here on the road to a pregnant woman. People pay more attention to pregnant women. It would be so hard to hide. But she was resolute. Go west. Get west, and get it done.
She was running out of time.