Lina's POV
Who would have thought that when I left Ravenport, I'd skip the planes and high-speed rails entirely and choose the most unremarkable option available—an ancient passenger train that looked like it had been running since the 1950s.
*Clack-clack. Clack-clack.*
The rhythm of the old train rolling along endless tracks filled my ears as I sat in the cramped cabin, trying not to gag. The smells hit me in waves—instant noodles, stale sweat, dust that had probably been accumulating for decades. All of it invaded my nostrils with relentless persistence.
My morning sickness hadn't let up at all. If anything, being pregnant made every scent a hundred times worse. I'd already thrown up three times since we'd boarded.
I stumbled out of the tiny bathroom for the fourth time,
