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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Praise for Jana Richards

  One More Second Chance

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  A word about the author...

  Thank you for purchasing this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

  Her mother had been nearly incoherent with distress. Was something going on she wasn’t aware of? She was seventy-one now. Maybe looking after a rambunctious five-year-old was too much for her.

  No. She shook her head to reject the disloyal thought. Dr. Campbell was the one who was wrong.

  “I know my mother. She didn’t do this. It was an accident.”

  “We’ll soon find out. Sharon is questioning Ava now.”

  Julia stared at the door. “She’ll be scared, all by herself.”

  “Sharon’s very good at what she does. She has a way of making kids feel comfortable.”

  Julia turned on him, the anger and despair she’d been holding inside spilling out. “And you? Do you enjoy upsetting five-year-olds and turning families’ lives upside down? Does it make you feel powerful to sic the authorities on us?”

  “Look, Mrs. Stewart, I take no pleasure in bringing in the authorities. But I’ve seen child abuse, up close and personal, and I can tell you it’s damn ugly. The things parents and caregivers are capable of doing to defenseless children…”

  He stopped abruptly, his chest heaving. Closing his eyes, he averted his face and took a deep breath. When he turned back to her, his steely control was back in place. “So yeah, if I have even the smallest suspicion that a child has been abused, I’m going to ask questions. And I’m not going to apologize for it.”

  Praise for Jana Richards

  “Richards has a knack of developing characters with real depth, something which the genre often fails to do.”

  ~Belinda Williams, Belinda Williams Books

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  “Jana Richards is a new to me author and if this is the norm for her I will definitely be on the lookout for more works by her.”

  ~Dianthus, Long and Short Reviews

  ~*~

  “Ms. Richards knows how to keep a reader turning page after page. Her characters are strong, passionate, and each has their faults.”

  ~Liadan, Coffee Time Romance

  One More

  Second Chance

  by

  Jana Richards

  The Lobster Cove Series

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  One More Second Chance

  COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Jana Richards

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: [email protected]

  Cover Art by Tina Lynn Stout

  The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

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  Visit us at www.thewildrosepress.com

  Publishing History

  First Champagne Rose Edition, 2015

  Print ISBN 978-1-62830-705-4

  Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-706-1

  The Lobster Cove Series

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To my editor Nan Swanson for her infinite patience.

  Glad to be working with you again, Nan.

  Chapter One

  “I’m sorry to barge in, Principal Stewart, but there’s a phone call for you on line one that I think you should take. It sounds urgent.”

  Julia Stewart knew Beth, long-time secretary at Lobster Cove High School, wouldn’t interrupt mid-reprimand unless it was important. She gave her a slight nod, then turned her attention to the two teenage boys sitting on the other side of her desk.

  “Looks like you’ve been saved by the bell. For now. We’ll schedule another little chat about smoking on school property later. Go with Mrs. Anderson.”

  They couldn’t leave fast enough. Beth threw her a worried look as she closed the door behind them. Julia picked up her phone. “Hello, Principal Stewart speaking.”

  “Julia, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.” Her mother sobbed, her words nearly incomprehensible.

  She gripped the handset. “Mom? What’s going on?”

  “She fell. I’m so sorry, so sorry.”

  Julia’s heart thumped painfully. “You mean Ava fell? Where did she fall? Is she okay?”

  “She was in the basement. I didn’t know. It was an accident. I’m so sorry.”

  “Mom! What’s going on? Is Ava all right?”

  There was a thud, as if her mother had dropped the phone. Julia jumped to her feet, alarmed. What was going on at her parents’ house? Where was her daughter?

  “Mom? Mom!”

  She heard voices but couldn’t make out what was being said. Finally she heard her father’s voice on the line.

  “It’s all right, Julia. Ava had an accident. She fell part way down the basement steps.”

  “Oh, my God!” Her heart lodged in her throat. “Is she all right? Is she conscious?”

  “Yes, yes, she’s banged up, but she’s alert. I think she needs to go to the hospital, though. Her arm may be broken.”

  Julia brought her trembling hand to her mouth to cover a sob. Dear God. My poor baby.

  “I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

  “I think it’s best if you pick Ava up and take her there yourself. She’s very upset and she wants her mother.”

  “But it would be faster if you took her. By the time I drive to your house—”

  “Don’t argue with me, Julia!” he said sharply. “Your daughter needs you. Get over here, now!”

  For a second, she couldn’t speak. Her father rarely raised his voice. For him to do so now told her the situation was very serious.

  “I’ll be right there.”

  She slammed down the receiver, grabbed her purse and jacket, and ran out of her office.

  “Ava’s had an accident. I’ve got to go,” she said to Beth on her way out. Pushing her arms into the sleeves of her jacket, she shoved open the door and dashed to the parking lot. A steady April rain chilled her to the bone by the time she reached her car. Of all the days to forget her umbrella.

  Careening off with a squeal of tires, she headed for her parents’ house. The weather forecast had called for heavy fog to roll in off the Atlantic and blanket Mount Desert Island, the little corner of Maine Julia called home. For once, they’d gotten it right. Her windshield wipers worked overtime to take away the moisture, but they could do nothing to help her see through the misty soup. She pressed on, gripping the steering wheel, knowing she was driving faster than prudent. But she desperately needed to get to her five-year-old to see fo
r herself that she was okay.

  Finally she pulled into her parents’ driveway and ran from the car, not bothering to turn off the ignition. As soon as she opened the back door, she could hear Ava crying.

  “Mommy! I want Mommy!”

  Julia found her in the kitchen, sitting in her grandfather’s lap, her right arm cradled protectively against her chest. Tears streamed down her face. Julia kneeled by her father’s chair.

  “I’m here, baby. It’s all right now.” She kissed Ava’s forehead and noticed a bruise above her right eye.

  “It hurts, Mommy!”

  “I know, sweetheart. We’re going to make it better.” She turned to her father. “I’ll put you in the back seat of my car. You can hold Ava on your lap.”

  “You’ll have to take her,” he said, not meeting her eyes. “Your mother’s upset. I need to stay with her.”

  She couldn’t believe he wouldn’t help her take Ava to the hospital. “Dad, you have to come with us.”

  “I’m sorry, Julia. Your mother needs me.”

  What the hell was going on? Until today, she’d believed her father would do anything for Ava. How could he abandon them both like this?

  She didn’t have time to argue. Scooping Ava into her arms, she wordlessly followed her father to the back door. He opened it for her, then ran ahead to open the passenger door of her car. Julia carefully placed Ava on the seat and closed the door. When she lifted her head, she met her father’s eyes and read the pain in them before he turned away.

  “Let us know how you make out,” he said, his voice cracking.

  Julia nodded and got in the car. Once Ava’s injuries had been addressed, she’d find out exactly what had happened and why her father refused to come with her. But for now, all she wanted was to ease her daughter’s pain.

  The hospital emergency room was busy for a Tuesday afternoon. After being seen by a triage nurse, they were ushered into an examining room. Julia held Ava on her lap, trying not to touch her injured arm. Even the smallest jostle made her howl. Julia wanted to howl herself, but instead she whispered soft, reassuring words and choked back her own distress.

  Her daughter’s sobs wrenched her heart. How had this happened? Ava knew she wasn’t supposed to play on the stairs. It was an old house, with steep, uncarpeted basement stairs. She’d told Ava to stay out of the basement when she was at her grandparents’ house. But she was only five; why hadn’t her parents kept her safe?

  Finally the door to the examining room opened and a tall, dark-haired man wearing a white lab coat entered, followed by a nurse. Julia’s heart fell. She’d hoped Dr. Willson would see them. She’d known Henry Willson since she was Ava’s age, and she trusted him. She wasn’t keen on entrusting her daughter’s care to someone she’d never met and had only heard rumors about.

  He smiled at Ava and knelt to look at her at eye level. He touched her knee gently.

  “Hi, Ava. I’m Dr. Campbell. Can you tell me what happened?”

  She snuggled closer to Julia. “I fell.”

  “Where did you fall?”

  “Down the basement stairs at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.”

  “I explained all this to the triage nurse,” Julia said impatiently. “Is Dr. Willson on duty today? He’s Ava’s doctor.”

  Eyes the color of deepest, darkest chocolate flashed at her from an unsmiling face. “Dr. Willson is off today. I’m the only doctor in the ER.” He turned his attention back to Ava. “Would it be okay if your mom puts you on the examining table? I’m going to take a look at your arm.”

  Ava nodded, her chin trembling. He rose, and Julia tried to do likewise, but her arm had fallen asleep while holding Ava, and she simply didn’t have the strength to raise her. Seeing she was unable to move, the doctor lifted Ava from her arms and gently placed her on the table, turning her so she was lying on her back with her head on the pillow. Julia rubbed the pins and needles from her arm.

  He touched the bump on Ava’s forehead that Julia had noticed, then ran his fingers through her blonde hair, likely checking for more abrasions. He lifted her left arm and examined the scrapes that were visible below the sleeve of her T-shirt. Then he gently probed her right arm, but when Ava cried out, he retreated.

  “I’m sorry. Your arm really hurts, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she said. Her chin wobbled, and Julia had to look away, afraid she was going to cry, too.

  “Does it hurt anywhere else?”

  “On my legs.”

  Dr. Campbell carefully pushed up Ava’s jeans to reveal her shins and knees. They were badly scraped, the skin rubbed raw in some places and beginning to bruise in others. He looked over his shoulder and spoke to the nurse.

  “Let’s get Ava into x-ray as soon as possible. I want pictures of that arm.” He turned to Ava and gently fingered the bump on her head once more. “And I want a skeletal survey.”

  “What’s a skeletal survey?” Julia asked.

  “It’s a series of x-rays of all the bones in the body, or most of them, anyway. It’s commonly used in a trauma such as this to check for broken bones.” He spoke to the nurse once more. “In the meantime, let’s give Ava something for the pain and get a splint on that arm to keep it in place.”

  “Yes, Doctor.”

  Ava looked up at Dr. Campbell, her eyes shiny with tears. “Is it going to hurt?”

  “The x-rays? No, I promise they won’t hurt. It’s sort of like getting your picture taken, only it’s a picture of your insides.” He smoothed her wayward curls with a gentle hand. “We’re going to take a lot of x-rays, so it’s going to take a long time, maybe an hour or more. Do you think you can be brave for that long?”

  She nodded solemnly. “Yes.”

  “I knew you could,” he said with a grin.

  Despite her pain, Ava grinned back at him. The expression on her face told Julia she had complete trust in him.

  Ava was given a dose of children’s strength ibuprofen and fitted with a splint that kept her right arm immobile. Dr. Campbell touched her good arm.

  “I have to go look after some of my other patients now, but I’ll be back after your x-rays are done.”

  “Promise?”

  “I promise. I might bring someone with me to talk to you. Is that okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Julia wondered who he was talking about. And why was he asking Ava rather than her?

  With a curt nod in her direction, he left the room. Shortly after that, an orderly arrived to wheel Ava to the x-ray department. The doctor had been right about the x-rays; they took over an hour to complete. Ava was required to stand, sit, lie down, and flip over so that every angle of her body could be x-rayed. By the end, she was cranky and uncomfortable, but true to her promise to Dr. Campbell, she didn’t cry once. The fact that the painkillers had kicked in by then helped, too.

  Finally the x-ray technician was satisfied they’d taken enough pictures, and they were sent back to the examining room. Fifteen minutes went by, then a half hour, then an hour. Where the hell was Dr. Campbell?

  “I wanna go home,” Ava wailed.

  Julia knew exactly how she felt. Both of them were exhausted, hungry, and close to their breaking points. Ava grew restless. Too uncomfortable to sit on Julia’s lap any longer, she stretched out on the floor.

  “Honey, why don’t you lie down on the table? You might be more comfortable.”

  “No!” she cried. “I wanna go home.”

  She kicked at Julia’s chair, then cried out when her shin connected with a chair leg, probably hitting one of her many bruises. She started to cry, her high-pitched wails growing increasingly more distraught with each passing moment. Julia got down on her knees beside her and tried to soothe her, hoping to avoid a total meltdown.

  “It’s going to be okay, baby. We’ll get you fixed up soon. I promise.”

  “I wanna go home!”

  Dr. Campbell chose that moment to enter the room. To Julia’s complete and utter shock, Ava scrambled to her
feet and ran to him, throwing her good arm around his legs.

  “Can I go home now?” she whimpered.

  He seemed taken aback. So was Julia. Ava was normally shy around people she didn’t know, especially men. But somehow she’d come to believe she could trust the doctor.

  Julia wasn’t so sure if she trusted him, especially when she noticed a woman in a business suit entering the room behind the doctor and Nurse Linda. She closed the door behind her.

  Dr. Campbell quickly regained his equilibrium. He picked Ava up in his arms, being careful not to hurt her, and set her on the examining table.

  “Hey, what’s going on? I thought you were being a brave girl.”

  Tears slipped down Ava’s cheeks. “My arm hurts.”

  Julia couldn’t stand it any longer. She pulled herself to her full height and glared at the doctor. “If you hadn’t made us wait here for so long, Ava might have been able to endure. But she’s tired and she’s hungry and she’s in pain. When are you going to do something about it?”

  Dr. Campbell regarded her with cold eyes. “We’re going to cast Ava’s arm right away. But first we have some questions.”

  “What questions?” Julia was as baffled as she was angry. She wanted to shout at him, tell him where he could stick his questions, but held back because of Ava.

  The woman in the business suit spoke up. “My name is Sharon. I’m with Child Protective Services. I’d like to have a few words alone with Ava.”

  Julia stared mutely at the woman. Child Protective Services? Her stomach lurched. Dear God, did they think this was something more than an accident?

  “Can I speak to you in the hallway for a moment, Mrs. Stewart?” Dr. Campbell said.

  Ava looked up at Julia, her lower lip trembling. “Don’t go, Mommy.”

  “It’s only for a minute, baby, I promise. I’ll be right outside the door, and I’ll come back as soon as I can. Okay?”

  “I promise it will only take a minute,” Dr. Campbell said, his tone quiet and reassuring. “Sharon and Nurse Linda will stay with you, and Sharon’s going to talk with you for a minute. Is that all right?”

  A tear slipped down Ava’s cheek, and Julia nearly told the doctor she wasn’t going anywhere. But then Ava nodded slowly. “Okay.”