‘Grace?
Alice?
Martha?
Clare?
She had to pick a new name... A new name for a new life... The train rattles over the tracks. She looked around for inspiration... Looking at the clouds she was thinking about the name cloud... Cloud... No. But Sky - she liked.
So Sky stood up. Just as the train rolled up to the station. Not any station - the station that would be home for her new life-’
It’s just her in the world. No one needs to know what she’s done or where she’s come from. They ask any questions then and only then will she have reason to worry.
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Random‘Grace? Alice? Martha? Clare? She had to pick a new name... A new name for a new life... The train rattles over the tracks. She looked around for inspiration... Looking at the clouds she was thinking about the name cloud... Cloud... No. But Sk...
