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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5She was named after the way the morning sky looked on the day that she was found, a beautiful Ruby Dawn. She was only eight when she believes her life began because she doesn't remember the life she had before that. Living in foster home after foster home until the one person who was going to promise her a new life, died tragically in a car accident. Now she spent the remainder of her time in Dresden Heights Detention Center until she could begin life outside on her own instead of being a ward of the state.Ruby is now working as a doctor trying to keep her medical clinic alive despite threats from a local gang that wants to use her clinic to filter drug operations through. When she refuses, the threats against her become more violent until her life hangs in the balance. When she finds a man injured in a dark alley, she learns that the man who broke her heart ten years ago, she is about to find out what God's plan has been for her all along. If only she can manage to stay alive long enough to find out.Ruby Dawn by Raquel Byrnes is the second book in the Shades of Hope series that I received compliments of Christian Fiction Blog Alliance for my honest review. I didn't have an opportunity to read the first book but after this one, I know I'll be checking that one out. This is truly a book about forgiveness, second chances and unconditional love as the author weaves her readers through a dangerous thrill ride to the very end. Slowly the story weaves together and you can see that no matter how far Ruby tries to run from God, He still has her in His sights to bring her back to Him. I rate this one a 5 out of 5 stars!
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Ruby Dawn - Raquel Byrnes
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Raquel Byrnes blends contemporary, suspense, drama, and intrigue into one powerful novel. Don’t miss Purple Knot if you love dramatic romantic fiction.
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1
San Diego, California
I should have known to stay away from dark corners. Nothing good ever happened to me in them. But it was my job to look, and it was a good thing I did, because the ghost I found that night belonged to me. In retrospect, the asphalt and the blood seemed fitting, considering my start in life.
A broken child found abandoned in a bus station, I was eight years old and newly born. I lay unconscious for two days in the I.C.U. No memory of who I was, or who hurt me so badly ever came. I simply blinked into existence one morning. The nurses named me Ruby Dawn, after the color of the morning sky the day I opened my eyes.
I grew up on the streets outside various foster homes. Never quite comfortable in the unfamiliar houses or with the well-intentioned, I often stayed out until it was too cold or too dark to remain under the sky. I don’t think I ever left the streets I roamed as a child.
I wander them still.
That is how I came to be outside the old brownstone this frigid winter evening. The last stop on my daily route, I parked the beat-up sedan against the curb. Peeling back the duct tape that held the glove compartment closed, I reached for a flashlight. Catching sight of myself in the rear view mirror, I frowned. I tried to tuck my hair back into a ponytail and smooth out my bangs. My eyes looked pale and tired. My shifts as an ER resident, coupled with the time running the free clinic were taking their toll.
How long could I keep this up?
I rubbed my eyes and got out of the car. I pulled some donated coats from the passenger’s side seat and started down the sidewalk. Munch and Joe, old men ravaged by life on the streets, huddled close to a trashcan set ablaze in the alley. They recognized me walking towards them and hid their liquor. It was their version of cleaning up for company. Joe smiled at me with vacant gums, and Munch waved. His gravelly voice echoed in the filthy alley like a kicked tin can.
Ruby-D!
Hey Munch, Joe, how’re you guys holding up tonight?
I forced a cheerful smile.
Aw, you know.
Joe shrugged in his layers of suit blazers and sweaters. All his clothes eventually took on the same color as the asphalt. He was shivering, but smiled.
You guys should get to the shelter. It’s going to be an all-time low tonight. The weatherman said.
Weatherman…only job on earth you get paid for bein’ wrong most a’ the time.
Munch waved his hand dismissively.
We should all be so lucky, huh?
Whatcha got there, Ruby?
Joe craned his neck to see what I was carrying.
Couple a winter coats. Thought you guys might want them.
Nothin’ wrong with what I got on.
Munch wrinkled his nose at them.
No, you’re right about that. I was just thinking that come morning, if you want, you can take these to the thrift shop for me. I could use the favor.
Joe shrugged, but I saw his tongue snake out and lick his cracked lips. He was interested. He wouldn’t take charity, but he’d take a wage for a job.
I have so much to do and you guys usually head out that way, anyway, right?
Aw, that store only gives out food vouchers for clothes.
Munch wrinkled his nose again.
Actually they paid cash, except to people I sent in. Anyone who came in with something marked with my initials, got vouchers for food, not cash. I wasn’t interested in supporting the local liquor store.
Well, I hear the shelter is setting aside something special for the food voucher customers.
Special, how?
Joe’s eyes lit up.
I shrugged and made a mental note to drop off a case of something special at the shelter tomorrow night.
I’ll bet its pudding. Man, I love that chocolate pudding. Those cups don’t need no fridge.
Munch smacked his lips and took the coats from me.
Maybe.
I nodded.
Something at the far end of the alley crashed against metal trash cans, making me jump. The movement in the shadows looked human. I thought I saw a prone figure flail. Concerned it might be a kid in trouble, I looked closer.
S-Stay here, guys.
I pulled the heavy steel flashlight from my backpack and shined the beam down the alley. The light bobbed with my shaking hand. I crept forward. A man writhed on the ground holding his side. I flashed the light back up to the top of the fence he must have just scaled—no one there. I walked towards him, gritting my teeth to quell the fear bubbling in my chest.
Hey, Ruby, don’t get too close.
Munch called from behind me.
I turned to shush him, and then the man moaned.
What?
P-police…call,
he gasped between groans.
Uh, you need an ambulance, not a police car.
He reached a hand out to me; it was covered with blood. My heart thumped in my chest. I took another step towards him, the flashlight beam quivering across his body. He lay on his side, his face bruised and covered with grime.
No…I’m on the job.
You’re a cop?
I gasped.
He nodded and tried to sit up. I yelled back down the alley at Munch and Joe.
Call 911! There’s a phone in my car, hurry!
I leaned in to help him, and then the beam of light hit his face. I pulled back reflexively.
Green eyes under dark brown eyebrows stared back with shock. Ruby?
he stammered.
Tom, where have you been? What happened to you?
I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into a hug. Breathless, I laughed nervously.
He groaned in my arms. I looked at the pain on his face and let go. He smiled, and it looked like it took all of his strength.
Well, for starters, I’ve been shot.
I wiped my eyes and helped him to his feet. We staggered to the mouth of the alley.
The officer that patrolled this neighborhood pulled to a stop in front of us. In the habit of checking on me, Officer Farrell must have been close by when he heard the call. I waved him over, panting under Tom’s weight. We’re almost there, Tom. Stay with me.
Tom groaned with the effort.
Officer Farrell rounded the front of the cruiser and pulled open the back passenger door. Covering the top of Tom’s head with his hand, he helped guide Tom onto the back seat.
Dr. McKinney, are you OK?
Officer Farrell asked me. His gaze ran over the blood on my hands and shirt.
I’m OK, but I need to get this guy to the ER. He’s losing a lot of blood.
I caught Officer Farrell’s arm with my hand. He’s a cop.
I can’t go in under my own name. Call it in, but don’t use my name.
Tom gasped from the back seat.
Buddy, I have you covered,
Farrell replied.
Tom turned, his face pale in the car’s interior light. Breath ragged, he held his hand out to me from the back seat. I climbed in next to him, and Farrell slammed the door shut. We tore off towards the emergency room with lights flashing.
Tom’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, and my chest tightened, panic soaring. I shook him and he started.
You know, I never said sorry,
he breathed.
I pulled my scarf off and wadded it up, pushing it against his bullet wound. Sticky warmth oozed between my fingers. Sobs welled in my chest. Don’t start.
My voice cracked.
He reached up and ran his finger down the bridge of my nose. He’d done it a thousand times before, a lifetime ago.
I shouldn’t have left like that. I shouldn’t have just disappeared.
I wouldn’t look at him. I couldn’t, not without crying. You did what you had to do.
I pushed on the scarf.
Do you still hate me?
He winced through the pain.
I looked at him then. I wanted to yell, and cry, and shake him for all of the heartache he’d caused me, but I didn’t. Instead, I frantically slapped the mesh that separated the backseat from the front. Hurry, Farrell, hurry, please!
I leaned in and whispered to Tom. Just concentrate on not dying. I only yell at healthy people.
I am sorry, Ruby. I…
Tom’s eyes fluttered, closed mid-sentence.
Praying desperately, I held him while we flew through the streets. Lights flashed past the windows, and my heart ached so bad, I struggled to breathe. Tears trailed down and landed on Tom’s dirty wool cap. I cried because I’d lost him before and couldn’t bear to do it again.
2
Farrell pulled the cruiser up to the emergency room and together we dragged Tom out of the back. I screamed for a gurney. A couple of doctors and a nurse crowded around us as we got Tom on the inside. I ran alongside, my hand still pushing the scarf against his wound. He’s got a gunshot wound to the left lower flank with loss of consciousness en route from the scene. I don’t…I don’t know his BP.
My voice scratched out his condition.
Dr. McKinney? Do you know this man?
The head of emergency room medicine, my boss, Dr. Blaine Daniels, looked at me with surprise.
I nodded and tried to blink back the tears that stung my eyes. Yeah, Blaine, this is a friend of mine.
I leaned in and whispered. He’s on the job.
Blaine nodded. We’ll get him patched up.
We didn’t break stride until we swerved into one of the trauma rooms. Trained in trauma medicine, I shifted into assessment mode. I snapped on latex gloves. We swarmed around Tom, cut through his clothes to the wound, and took his vitals. All the while, I prayed silently that he would make it. His pressure is tanking. Christy, spike a liter of saline. Call the blood bank and get type specific for him. He’s A-positive.
I was surprised my voice sounded so calm. My mind flashed on Tom and me as teenagers giving plasma for money.
Blaine turned to me, his face impassive, clinical. He had his finger in the bullet wound and blood oozed out along the edges.
I glanced at Tom’s ashen face and couldn’t breathe. Blaine?
I looked at my boss.
It’s a through and through, but he might have nicked an artery.
I clicked through the possible dangers of a wound to that area of the body. Most complications arose when the liver, small bowel or intestines were involved. We can red line him to the O.R. and get a laparotomy going.
I chewed on my bottom lip. The amount of Tom’s blood on my shirt along with what already soaked into the scarf on the floor, set off alarms in my head. I fought back panic.
We need to find the bleeder or he’ll crash on the way up to surgery. Ruby, grab the portable sonogram.
Blaine glanced at the monitors over Tom’s head and furrowed his brows.
I nodded, strode through the interconnecting door to the next trauma room, and grabbed the hand-held sonogram machine. My hands shook as I fumbled with the buttons on the way back.
Blaine grabbed the Doppler wand and traced it around the area over Tom’s wound.
I watched the image on the screen without breathing. A shadow flashed into view, and my gaze snapped to Blaine. Is that free fluid?
I asked. That could be the artery.
He took a second look and nodded curtly. Call and have them prep a room.
I snapped off the latex gloves and reached for the phone.
Sandra Walsh, the operating room coordinator, answered.
This is Dr. McKinney, we need you to clear and prep an OR for a trauma patient.
We’ll have a room ready in about thirty minutes.
I looked back at Tom’s chest, barely rising and falling, and forced down the dread in my throat. No, Sandra, this is a red-line patient,
I explained. He needs to be under the knife in less than ten minutes or it won’t do any good.
She must have heard the anxiety in my voice because she didn’t answer for a few seconds.
Sandra? Did you hear me? He needs to be up there now!
Uh…yes, Dr McKinney…bring him up.
I slammed the phone down, my hands shaking, and turned back to face my boss. He was watching me with concern.
We’re cleared. Let’s pack him up,
I said.
Blaine nodded to the other doctors and nurses in the room, but motioned for me to join him in a corner.
Ruby, you can’t go up with him.
I looked at him with shock. I have privileges on the surgical ward, Blaine.
He shook his head, leaned in and whispered. You’re falling apart, Ruby. What will you do if he codes on the table?
His words slapped me back. I couldn’t form an answer. Blaine put his hand on my shoulder and smiled sadly.
Fear roiled in my chest, crushing me into the wall. Please, Blaine—
I’ll do my best for him,
he promised.
I wiped the hot tears from my cheeks and nodded. They wheeled Tom past me. I reached out and let my hand glide along his face. Blood, tears, and fear: this all seemed so familiar, somehow.
3
I paced outside the surgical recovery room annoyed at the squeaking of my rubber-soled shoes. I’d changed from the clothes stained with Tom’s blood into the cornflower blue scrubs in my locker. The door down the hall opened, and my heart skipped a beat until I saw that it wasn’t Blaine. Tom’s surgery was rounding out the third hour, not good. I glanced down at the crowd of origami animals on the plastic table. I’d made them out of magazine pages. A nervous habit; I folded anything within reach to keep my hands busy.
My phone buzzed. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was Lilah, my assistant at the free clinic. Hey, Lilah.
My voice hitched as I rubbed the knots in my neck.
Oh my goodness, Ruby, what happened to you? You never came back to the clinic, and then Dakota and I drove your route and found your car. Munch told me you were shot!
Her words tumbled out of the phone. I pictured her wrinkling her forehead the way she always did when she was worried.
No, Lilah, I wasn’t shot. A friend of mine was hurt, and I took him to the hospital.
Well, that’s good.
She sighed heavily.
Pardon?
Oh, no, I don’t mean it’s good your friend was shot. I mean it’s good that you’re all right.
Down the hall, Blaine came out of the surgical suite and pulled off his mask. He motioned for me.
Lilah, I have to go now, but see if you can get the car back to the clinic for me, OK?
I’ll come down there.
No, Lilah, you don’t have to come down here. I’ll be by the clinic in the morning, and we’ll talk then.
I strode towards Blaine.
Uh, we’re already on our way.
I ground my jaw. I didn’t want to explain how I knew Tom...not yet. I ran a hand over my eyes. OK. I’ll see you in a few, then.
I hung up and looked at Blaine. Sweat soaked his hair cap, and dark circles traced under his eyes. We found the bleeder just in time.
What…is he OK?
I bit my lip to stop it from trembling. I didn’t feel like a doctor. I felt like one of the thousands of worried family members I’d talked to after a loved one came into the ER. I’m sure I appeared terrified. I looked at Blaine at a loss. I should know what questions to ask, but they wouldn’t come to mind.
He’ll be OK if there’s no infection. He’s a lucky guy, though. A centimeter either way and he would’ve bled out on the table.
Blaine smiled patiently at me and nodded back towards the recovery rooms. You can see him now.
Oh, thank you, Blaine.
I realized I hadn’t been breathing and took in a slow breath. I gazed past him to the swinging double doors. I followed Blaine past the familiar reception area and nodded at a few doctors I knew. My surgical rotation was last year, but I still assisted when we got slammed in the E.R.
Tom’s bed was against the far wall. The glass doors separating the patient rooms hissed opened, and I walked into the room.
Page me if you need anything.
Blaine hung Tom’s chart on the wall and nodded to me.
Thank you again, Blaine.
Don’t worry about your shift,
he said quietly and winked. I’ll get Doyle to cover it. He owes me.
I smiled and nodded.
He left.
I think that guy has the hots for you,
Tom said in a gruff whisper. A smile pulled his cracked lips.
The sound of his voice sent my soul soaring. He’s my boss, Tom.
I gave him an exasperated look. I put the back of my fingers to his cheek. He was hot.
Yeah, that always stops them.
Tom watched me and smirked.
I folded my arms and tried to frown, but my heart leapt. I gave in to the smile.
Admit it; you’re happy to see me,
Tom said. His voice, scratchy from the intubation tube, cracked.
I grabbed the little pink pitcher next to his bed and filled the matching cup with water. Here, have a sip.
I said and sat on the bed next to him. Pulling my hair out of the pony tail, I massaged my sore scalp with my fingers. How are you feeling?
Tom chuckled, but it turned into a wince. He sucked in a breath. Like I got kicked in the side by a donkey.
The meds made him slur his words and it came out more like, kipped by a Donny.
Blaine said you’ll be fine in a day or two. They’re going to have you walk in a little bit.
You saved my life. I owe you twice, now,
he mumbled. His eyes, the color of jade, were serious.
I tried to shrug off his comment, but when he placed his hand over mine, my stomach fluttered. I stood abruptly. Clearing my throat, I wondered how, after all of these years, he could still do that to me. Especially considering how our relationship ended.
I-I’m sorry, Ruby. I didn’t mean to…
Tom’s expression turned uneasy, wary.
What? No, I uh, I have a friend coming and I have to go out and meet her.
I shrugged with exaggerated nonchalance.
Wait, don’t…don’t go yet. I want to tell...
he struggled to sit up and grimaced.
You need to stay in bed.
I put my hand on his chest to stop him.
Moving took the wind out of him and he sank back in bed. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and fatigue etched wrinkles under his eyes. He pressed my hand to his chest with both of his and looked at me with knit brows.
My heart leapt, nervous at being this close to him again. Angry, I tried to shake it off. I wasn’t that lost girl anymore. I’m serious, Tom. Lay back down.
I tried to sound doctorly.
His heart raced under my palm, and I glanced up at the monitors over his bed.
Later, then?
he croaked.
Here, take another sip.
I frowned and handed the cup back to him, avoiding his question.
Outside the room, I heard Lilah’s voice boom. She could never quite find her inside voice.
Ruby?
He prompted. You’ll come back?
Tom blinked slowly as he fought the exhaustion, but he still held my hand.
I promise to be back as soon as I can. Just rest for now, Tom, I’ll see you in the morning.
The look on his face sent ripples of regret through me. So much left unsaid.
He relaxed, and I slipped my hand away, forcing a smile. The craziness and adrenaline of the night wearing away, I remembered all the sorrow that gorgeous face had caused me. I watched him for a few seconds, a lump in my throat, marveling that he was in front of me after all of these years. Tom was barely a man the last time I’d seen him, just filling out in the shoulders and full of fight. Ten years gone and here he was. He’d said he was a cop now. How was that possible given his past? "How did you end up on this side of the law, Tom? How did you pull that off?"
Tom answered me with a steady snore. I took one last look and turned for the door.
Lilah peered into the room as the door hissed open and she craned to see Tom, but I blocked her by stepping into her line of sight.
"What is going on, Ruby? Is that your friend?" She said it like her eyebrows should be bobbing up and down.
I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind me, motioning for her to sit in the plastic chairs. With me for four years, Lilah and I spent so much time together, we were close friends. Taller than me by a foot and blonde to my brunette, her contagious smile flashed across her wide lips. Her boisterous personality offset my more reserved disposition. I hooked a thumb back at Tom’s door. Yeah, listen Lilah; he needs some rest, so I’m leaving.
Are you going to tell me who this guy is?
Lilah craned her neck to peer in the window. I stepped in front of it. She smiled, clearly enjoying my nervousness. You know I’ll find out.
Blowing bangs out of my eyes, I tried to hide the wave of sadness that welled up. I didn’t want to remember Tom and me, let alone explain it to Lilah.
Movement down the hall caught my eye and I looked past Lilah to the sixteen-year-old boy who stood by the entrance to the floor. Dakota, Lilah’s son, stared with brooding eyes, hands in his pockets, and slumped shoulders like it was raining.
I see you brought company.
I intoned. I looked at my friend’s child and sighed inwardly.
A young mother, Lilah got pregnant in her teens. Now at thirty-two, she was a single mother with a troubled son. Only four years older than me, she had the world on her shoulders.
He said he’d pay for the hole in my wall.
Lilah followed my gaze.
Dakota, fresh out of rehab, had a temper like his father.
I raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t say anything.
He’s not a bad kid, Ruby,
Lilah said quietly. I can’t turn him away. It’s not like he can go live with his father and his Twinkie.
Lilah had the habit of referring to her ex-husband’s girlfriends as snack food. Twinkie, Cream Puff, and my personal favorite, Ding-Dong.
"Lilah, he might as well have ‘Using’ tattooed on his forehead. He smells like he just got back from Woodstock." I stood and swung my jacket on.
I know that he’s having trouble, Ruby, but he drove me all over looking for you. He was worried.
She bit her lip.
"I’m just worried about you, Lilah. With the kind of friends he brings around, I don’t want you to get… I scrunched my nose, searching for the right word.
I don’t want you to get robbed or something."
I glanced at Dakota. He wore his blond hair in a long Mohawk, draped over his big brown eyes. He looked like a thug, except for the chubby cheeks and acne.
I sighed.
He’s trying,
Lilah whispered. You have to give him that. That’s more than his father ever did.
I smiled at her reassuringly. Lilah was sweet despite being hurt by many in her life.
I just don’t want you to be disappointed, Lilah. You were crushed by his behavior the last time he lived with you. Remember that he has an illness, and can relapse.
He drove your old beater back to the clinic. He’s turning a new leaf.
She held up the keys to my car and I took them.
I nodded to Dakota, dangled the keys in the air, and smiled a ‘thank you.’
He nodded back.
See?
Lilah urged, putting her hand on my arm.
Yeah.
I conceded.
The look of relief on Lilah’s face made my heart ache. Dakota was far from the road to recovery in my opinion. I heard he ran with a couple of guys who were in a gang, but I didn’t know enough to tell Lilah. She was my best friend and I didn’t want to hurt my relationship with her over suspicions.
I’m sorry, Lilah. It’s just been a rough evening. I really do appreciate everything you and Dakota did.
Don’t worry about the boxes. I can come in early to help you if you want.
She gave me a bear-hug and then looked at me, serious.
I slapped a hand to my face. The boxes from the food pantry still needed to be packed. My clinic ran a program with the local women’s shelter. I was also due to give free flu shots tomorrow afternoon. Fatigue pulled at my limbs. I yawned, but shook my head. "Don’t come in early, Lilah. I’ll pack the boxes tonight; I’m headed back to the