Keys To Redemption
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When 26 year old Evelyn Tyrell loses her husband to a senseless act of violence she closes herself off to the world for the next three years focusing only on her young son and God. However, when a chance encounter unexpectedly puts her in the pathway of police officer Stacy Walsh suddenly everything is turned upside down. As their relationship grows and facts about her husband's death begin to resurface both individuals will be put to the test like they never imagined.
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Keys To Redemption - Erica Gilbreath
Keys To Redemption
Copyright 2015 Erica Gilbreath
Published by Erica Gilbreath at Smashwords
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Prologue
Shots rang out in the night. Stacy’s partner had fired several times, he only twice. Nevertheless, as he watched the man’s body crumple and fold to the ground, shock moved through his system quickly. He had never shot anyone before. Startled and scared, Stacy broke protocol and ran straight for the man who now laid out on the cement in front of his vehicle. When he reached him, he quickly noted blood pouring out of multiple gunshot wounds on his torso. Without even thinking, he bent down and placed two fingers to the man’s neck to look for a pulse—there was none. I’m so sorry,
he thought. "This wasn’t supposed to happen."
He felt himself starting to choke up, and he struggled to swallow the bile as it rose in his throat. There was so much blood….so much blood….Stacy Walsh jerked awake and sat up. He ran his hands through his mussed hair and then over his dry face as he tried to regulate his breathing. He was at home in his bed. As if he needed more conformation about where he was, he heard his mother’s dry cough coming from the next room over. You’d think by now he would be used to the nightmares. He’d been having the same one every night for the last three years and it never changed, never varied. James Joseph Tyrell haunted his days and his nights, and always would.
Chapter 1
Stacy swung his legs over the side of his bed and glanced at his alarm clock. Today was his day off and he’d be spending it taking his mother to all of her doctor appointments. He could hear the continuous coughing echoing from her body through the paper thin walls. As he stood up and stretched, his eyes fell on his computer desk and the scrunched pieces of paper next to his laptop that he had written and re-written at least a hundred times over the last three years. Drawn to the papers at his desk, he sat down and unfolded them, briefly scanning the first page.
What would he think if he was Evelyn Tyrell? If he got this letter in the mail, would it make things better or worse? There were times when he thought that this letter was his only salvation. He was neither a religious man, nor a devout Christian like his mother. He didn’t really believe in anything, except doing the right thing—at least once upon a time he did. Maybe that’s why he continued to work on this letter after two years. Picking up a pen off the desk, he pulled out a fresh piece of paper from the printer next to his laptop and started a new letter. He told himself that he’d finish this one and mail it this time.
Dear Mrs. Evelyn Tyrell,
I know this may seem completely unorthodox to you, but this is something I’ve been trying to do for the last three years. I don’t know if I am doing this for my peace of mind or maybe to give you the answers you probably sought in your husband’s death three years ago.
No sooner than the words were on the page, Stacy groaned and crumpled up the paper. Maybe he should just send her an email? No, he couldn’t do that. An email could be traced and it seemed so impersonal. The least she deserved was a handwritten letter.
Before Stacy could pull out another piece of paper and start over, he heard his mother’s coughing take a more violent turn. He immediately jumped up and hurried to her room. Her frail, thin frame was thrashing about under her quilt as the coughs shook her little body. He grabbed the cup of water off of her nightstand, supported her neck in the crook of his arm and gently brought the cup to her lips. She managed to take a couple of sips then sat back heavily. Her coughing abated for a moment, but her shallow breathing was just a reminder to Stacy how sick she was and how she was only going to get worse.
How is that, Mom?
he asked.
Better,
Mary Walsh rasped, sinking even further into the stack of pillows under her.
Stacy sat next to her on the edge of the bed and placed her cup of water back onto the nightstand.
I hate to see you suffering like this, Mom.
Her eyes were glassy and sunken in, her hair thin and wispy, barely having grown back from the last round of chemotherapy treatment. She was just barely holding on to her ninety pounds, mainly because she couldn’t keep anything down nowadays.
I’m dying and I want to be home when it happens, not in some sterile, cold hospital room with a bunch of nurses I don’t know.
Stacy sighed and ran his hand through his short brown hair again.
Mary placed her small, gnarled hand on her sons arm. I’m sorry to have to put you through this. I just can’t be in that hospital, son.
Stacy understood. Not a day went by that he minded taking care of his mother. Taking care of her was not a burden, it was his pittance. Besides, it was not like he was doing it all by himself. Esther, the home health care nurse, came by for a few hours a day to help his mother with the difficult tasks, like toileting and bathing. And his mother could still get around a little bit, too.
Mom, you know it’s not any trouble taking care of you.
Mary smiled weakly and patted her son’s cheek.
You’re a good boy, Stacy.
Then with hesitation, she said, I hear you at night sometimes.
Mom,
Stacy started, not wanting to discuss the subject right at the moment.
I always taught you to do the right thing, and I pray for you every night. I know God hasn’t got a hold of you yet, but He will.
Do the right thing? What was the right thing anymore?
Stacy thought to himself. But before he could respond, the phone in the hallway rang.
Mary waved him away and he got up and made his way into the hallway.
Hello?
Hello. This is Torrance Memorial Hospital calling to confirm Ms. Mary Walsh’s appointment today with Dr. Hagar.
Yes, she’ll be there,
Stacy confirmed.
Chapter 2
Today was not a good day.
For three years now Evie Tyrell’s days fell into one of two categories: Good days and bad days. Today was a bad day.
She’d gotten yet another call at work from her son, Jamie’s school regarding his behavior. This time he had bitten another student. Fortunately for her, he was only three years old and in pre-school so would not be suspended. But the director of Little Angels pre-school made it quite clear to her that Jamie was not a little angel and that she needed to get his behavior under control or seek another placement at a different pre-school. And because when it rains it pours, on top of Jamie’s behavior problems, it had been absolute chaos at her job. The Joint Commission was evaluating her area of the hospital and not only were her patients particularly challenging today, but her supervisor had been riding all of the staff pretty hard.
It was now four o’clock in the afternoon and she was only now getting home from work. A reporter from the Los Angeles Times newspaper was due over to the house in half an hour. She groaned as she stuck her key into the front door, wondering why she agreed to this interview.
I’m home!
Evie called out once she was inside. She slipped out of her Crocs and dropped her purse onto the end table by the door.
Sssshh!
Madeleine Crown, Evie’s mother, said as she came rushing into the living room with her index finger pressed to her lips.
Is he sleeping?
questioned Evie.
Yes, thank God. He didn’t take a nap today and he’s been running around this house like a mad man all afternoon.
Evie couldn’t help but smile at her mother’s disheveled appearance.
How was work?
Madeleine asked, walking into their small kitchen and opening the refrigerator door.
Terrible. Hopefully the Joint Commission will be gone by tomorrow. Thanks for picking Jamie up from school for me today. Did Ms. Cathie give you a hard time?
Evie plopped down into one of the kitchen chairs and rested her chin in her hands.
You know she did, but I can handle her,
Madeleine said as she removed a package of ground beef from one of the refrigerator shelves.
I’m glad one of us can.
Well, for all of Ms. Cathie’s faults, you do have to admit that little boy of ours is something else. He’s a spitting image of his father, but certainly does not have his calm temperament.
A familiar wave of sadness washed over Evie. Jamie did look exactly like his father—beautiful brown skin, large brown eyes, a sharp nose, high cheek bones and unruly black hair; that is, until James cut his all off right before he died. My God, how she missed that man.
So, when is this reporter coming?
Her mother asked, pulling her out of her depressing thoughts before she could begin to spiral downwards.
Evie glanced at her watch. Oh…um she should be here in about thirty minutes.
I don’t know why they want to do a story on James three years later,
said Madeleine. Something just doesn’t feel right. If they start asking questions that are too personal, I’m cutting the interview short and kicking the reporter out. I’m giving you fair warning.
Evie smiled. Her mother was one of the kindest women she knew, but she could turn into a ferocious Mama Bear when it came to her family. She watched as Madeleine separated the ground beef and began forming hamburger patties.
Hamburgers again?
Madeline nodded. I know when Jamie wakes up he’s going to be hungry and with him being such a picky eater I figured I’d make it easier on all of us and fix him something I know he’ll eat.
But hamburgers two nights in a row? He has you wrapped around his finger, Mama.
Oh hush,
her mother chided. Before I forget, I was over at Linda’s today.
Mmhmm.
Evie muttered, closing her eyes and wishing she could just crawl into her bed and not get up for the next few days.
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