$612.
Rent was due in two weeks.
And she had just lost the job that had defined most of her adult life.
A Small Rebellion at a Bus Station
The Greyhound terminal in downtown Indianapolis smelled faintly of diesel fumes and burnt coffee, the kind of place where people moved quickly without making eye contact.
Maggie stood in line clutching her cardboard box, trying to ignore the heaviness in her chest.
She only needed to travel three hours to reach Maple Ridge, the small Ohio town where she rented a modest house near the edge of a quiet neighborhood.
When her turn came, the clerk barely glanced up.
“Coach seat is forty-nine dollars.”
Maggie opened her wallet.
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