These Shallow Graves

by Jennifer Donnelly

  For an instant, she saw herself as she had been the day she’d gone to the Standard’s newsroom to give Arnold Stoatman her father’s bequest.

  That girl was gone. And so were the illusions she had carried.

  Jo had come full circle and found herself back where she’d started, back where she wanted to be.

  Working on stories.

  And writing her own.