Deanna Roy - Forever Innocent

“Call 911 just in case,” Gavin said.

“I already did.”

I began to recognize my various body parts, hair on my face, layered with sand. My cheek, gritty and half buried. My bare feet, painfully cold. My entire midsection quaked, heavy with the coat.

“She’s breathing now,” Gavin said.

I opened my eyes, but the light blasted through my head and I had to close them again.

“Corabelle?” Gavin’s voice made me think of some other time, some other memory. He was ten years old and his face was pressed against my window screen.

I crawled out of bed and walked over, my sleepiness dissolving at the distress I could hear.

“Corabelle?” he asked again.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Can I come in here?”

I glanced back at my open door and hurried across the room to close it. When I came back, he’d pried the screen off.

“Did something happen?” I asked.

He didn’t answer, but when his face turned, the moonlight revealed a red welt across his cheek. I laid my palm against it. “What did he do?”

“I deserved it. I forgot to close the garage. The dog got out and dug up Mom’s flowers.” He pressed his hand over mine. “I got away from him.”

“We should tell somebody,” I said. “He shouldn’t do that.”

“Just let me stay here,” he said. “He won’t come for me over here.”

I led him over to my bed and we sat down. “Did he hit your sister?”

Gavin shook his head. “He says it’s wrong to hit a girl.”

I gathered him in my arms and put my head on his shoulder. “I want you to live with me.”

“Me too,” he said.

“Promise me we’ll do that. Live together.”

He squeezed me. “We will. I promise.”

The sand had gotten in my teeth, making my mouth taste like dirt. I tried to spit it out.

“I think she’s okay,” Gavin said.

“EMS is coming,” Jenny said.

Something moved under my head, soft and warm. I tried opening my eyes again and this time accepted the sun. I saw nothing but green. Jenny’s coat.

“Corabelle? Can you say something?” Jenny’s face was inches from mine, black mascara streaking down her cheeks.

“You look terrible,” I said.

She managed to laugh and cry at the same time. “You look worse.” She glanced behind me.

“Was it Gavin?” I asked.

She nodded.

I shifted onto my back. Gavin leaned over me, water dripping off his face. “You scared me there for a minute.”

“Just for a minute?”

He smiled, but his eyes were still full of fear. “If a minute lasts sixty-seven years.”

“I think I’m going to need some help,” I said. “Real help.”

He closed his hands over mine. “We’ll get it for you. We’ll figure this out.”

We . He still said we .

Footsteps approached at a run. “Is this her?” a loud voice asked.

“She’s conscious now,” Gavin said.

“How long was she in?”

“A few minutes.”

Two men lifted me onto a stretcher, forcing me to let go of Gavin’s hand.

“Do you know her?” one of the medics asked.

Gavin looked down at me. “She’s the mother of my son.”

“Then you can come with us.”

One of the medics flashed a light in my eyes. “Can you tell us your name, miss?”

“Corabelle,” I said.

The medic nodded at the other, and suddenly I was moving. Jenny held her coat, rooted to the sand, growing smaller as we rushed down the beach. Gavin kept up.

We got to the ambulance, and the medics paused while one opened the door. Something fluttered next to my head, and I turned to it. A monarch butterfly fought against the wind, sailing forward, then getting pushed back again. The next gale sent it straight into Gavin’s chest.

Gavin stared down at the butterfly, flapping against his wet jacket.

“It’s Finn, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Has to be.”

The butterfly paused for another moment, showing off its black and orange wings, then flew back into the wind. The medics lifted me into the ambulance and started peeling off my coat. “Blankets behind you,” one said to Gavin. “You might want to get your coat off too.”

He took my temperature. “You’re very lucky. Not everybody who gets sucked into the Pacific wearing something like this comes back out breathing. People don’t realize how a coat can weigh you down. How did you end up in there?”

I glanced up at Gavin and decided not to answer. I could tell a social worker, or not. Take the doctor’s mental health clinic referral, or not. Those were decisions for another time. Gavin had said we’d figure it out. We’d saved each other time and time again. I had faith that whenever one of us needed rescue, the other would always be there.

THE END

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Gavin and Corabelle’s story will continue in Forever Loved . They still have a long way to go to be healed. To get news about when the next Forever novel will come out, join my mailing list for book announcements.

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If you know someone who has lost a baby, I hope you will participate in my brand-new Project Butterfly. Like Gavin showed Corabelle he had not forgotten Finn by leaving butterflies outside her door, you can also leave a butterfly graphic on a grieving family’s Facebook profile to let them know that their babies will always be remembered. The page also has patterns and craft ideas for paper butterflies to hang or to mail. My goal for the project is to make every family feel surrounded with love and acceptance, no matter how long it has been since their babies left them. I lost my first baby in 1998, and still not a day goes by that I don’t think of him.

Love to all of you,

Deanna

Also by Deanna Roy

Stella & Dane : Stella is ready to blow out of her honky tonk town when a hot stranger rolls in on a Harley, leading to a dangerous romance that upsets the locals and sparks a tragedy that will change everyone’s lives. (New Adult Romance)

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Baby Dust : Abandoned by friends and haunted by what they’ve lost, five women forge friendships to survive the death of their babies. (Women’s Fiction)

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Deanna is a passionate advocate for women who have miscarried. She founded the web site www.pregnancyloss.info in 1998 after the loss of her first baby and continues to run both online and in-person support groups for women who have endured this impossible loss. Find her on Facebook, Twitter, or Goodreads.

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So many people have been instrumental along my baby loss journey, the founding of www.pregnancyloss.info, the writing of my first book Baby Dust , and now, this book Forever Innocent . It would be hard to list them all.

Some standouts:

My husband Kurt, who saw me through some really dark moments this last year when we learned we would not be able to have children. This is the book, baby! Let’s raise that adoption money!