Annalise stands shivering in the early mornings chill as her cotton shift can barely keep her warm. She impatiently watches the noisy steam locomotive as it pulls up to the station, willing it to stop quickly so that she can hop on.
She casts furtive glances over her shoulders, every step of a passer-by stops her heartbeat in its tracks.
It was still incredulous to her simple mind on how easy it had been to sneak off and she knows that the luxury of time is not at her disposal.
They will soon discover that the lump under the scratchy blanket is a plumped dud. All hell will be let loose.
A fresh start is inevitable, away from it all, but all that she has pinched is just enough to get her to Oregon.