The Night Miss Jo Opened Her Door And Changed A Shivering Boy’s Future Forever

Said she was trouble.”

Miss Jo breathed through her nose.

Slow.

Steady.

There it was.

Not a child with nowhere to go.

A child with roots somebody had cut from view.

She reached for the phone.

Nathan’s face went white.

“No. Please. Don’t call him. Please, Miss—”

“Josephine,” she said.

He looked confused.

“My name is Josephine Bell. Folks call me Miss Jo.”

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