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Authors: Juli Valenti

A Little Broken

 

A Little Broken

 

By Juli Valenti

 

A Little Broken

Copyright © 2013 by Juli Valenti

First Edition, October 2013

Cover by Sprinkles On Top Studios

Formatting by Danielle Blanchard

 

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This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.

 

 

 

Table of Contents

 

Acknowledgements

 

Prologue

 

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

 

Chapter Twenty-Two

 

Chapter Twenty-Three

 

Chapter Twenty-Four

 

Chapter Twenty-Five

 

Chapter Twenty-Six

 

Chapter Twenty-Seven

 

Chapter Twenty-Eight

 

Chapter Twenty-Nine

 

Chapter Thirty

 

Epilogue

 

About The Author

 

 

 

 

 

Acknowledgements

 

 

A lot of help went into ALB becoming a reality.

First and foremost, I have to thank Lindy Zart, who has been my constant cheerleader, always telling me to “Just Do It” when I’d say “Someday I’m going to…”. You’ve pushed me to do something I never thought I could. You’re a superstar! Thank you for always being there, for being a third of the Best Trio Ever.

Ana Love, the other third of the Best Trio Ever, thank you for your many “I LOVE IT!” comments and I’m sorry I didn’t name it “:C” like you wanted, but I believe you’ll find ‘A Little Broken’ a more suitable title.

Melissa Favro – You are a rockstar! I couldn’t have done this without you as my idea bouncing wall, even if it sometime felt like we were playing an endless game of ping pong. You’re invaluable to me as a beta reader, an author, and a friend. Thank you for all your help.

My beta readers (and guinea pigs, HA!) Frances Baker, Tiffany Stevens, Migdalia Gerena – your feedback made this book better – thank you for taking time to read it, and pour your heart into the thoughts you gave me to make it better.

Marc – Thank you for the times you told me you were proud of me, even if you didn’t always know what you were being proud of. Mom and Dad – Thank you for loving me through everything. I wouldn’t be the woman I am now, if I didn’t have parents like you.

My awesome Editor, Kristina @ Red Road Editing, and my cover artist, Sarah @ Sprinkles on Top Studios, you girls are amazing! Thank you for all you do.

Last but not least, thank you. You - for buying this book, for reading it, and going on this journey with me. An author can write all they want to, but if no one reads it, then it was all for naught, so thank you.

 

 

In Loving Memory of Emmanuel Jaden

 

You may be gone, but you are never forgotten, Little Mister.

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

 

Jessie dreamt.

A dim light drew her eye to the front door, opened enough for something small to fit through.
That’s funny
, she thought,
I know I closed and locked the door before I went to bed
. Moving slowly to the door, she investigated what was beyond, to see if anyone was outside. Nothing. No one was there.
Odd
. Quietly, as to not wake the house, she re-closed the door, and turned the deadbolt. A sudden feeling of dread came over her, and she turned toward the bedrooms. Unexplainable panic started to set in.

She walked fast, steps rushed, and opened the door to the closest bedroom. The soft blue of the walls and nursery animals greeted her as they always had, though instead of the usual welcome they boasted, they made the feeling in the pit of her stomach worse. She continued on to the crib, peering over the side rail to gaze at her small son; however, he wasn’t there. The crib was empty. He was gone.

“Wake up, Ryan! You have to go check on the baby!” She woke in a panic, crying, shaking her sleeping husband who lay next to her.

“What? Jessie, he’s fine,” Ryan answered, grumbling and turning away from her.

“Please! Just humor me, please. Just go make sure he’s okay.” The pleading in her voice caused Ryan to look over his shoulder at her. She knew she sounded crazy, but, still sore from giving birth over two months ago, Jessie had been having a rough time. Plus, if she were to be honest with herself, she didn’t think she could bear the sight of an empty nursery if her dream played out to be reality.

Ryan sighed, but sat up in bed and pushed the covers off so he could get up. He stood, wiped sleepily at his eyes, and trudged out of the bedroom to check on their son.

Long moments later, he returned. “He’s fine, Jessie. Sleeping, as you should be at,” he paused, glancing at the clock on the makeshift bedside table, “four in the morning.”

“I had a dream … a bad dream,” she said, trying to erase the panic still racing through her body. Tears still coursed down her face and her body racked with uncontrollable spasms.

Ryan climbed back under the covers and pulled her body tightly against his. Kissing her softly on her hair, he whispered, “It’s okay, just go back to sleep – dreams can’t hurt you.”

Sighing, she started calming in his arms, relaxing. The last thought she had before sleep overcame her was that Ryan had no idea how wrong he was.

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

Jessie fidgeted, trying to get comfortable on their overstuffed black leather couch. Finding a somewhat bearable position, she picked up her book from the armrest where it held her place, and started to read. Ever since the baby had been born, this was her routine before he woke. As night-owls themselves, their son generally went to bed late, around eleven or midnight, and got up about twelve hours later – with a food break thrown in there somewhere. As it was around eleven, she figured it wouldn’t be long before he woke up, and decided to relax with a book during the time she still had for herself.

“Have you seen Goose?” Ryan asked, standing by the couch and peering down at her. His darkly handsome face looked concerned, chocolate eyes pinched in worry as his eyes darted around the small room. Goose was the new two-month-old kitten that had found its way to their doorstep. They had taken in the little bugger, but the small animal still made the couple nervous around the baby.

“No, but I haven’t been looking for her, either,” Jessie said, nose still buried in her book. She saw her husband move away out of the corner of her eye, then caught the paragraph she’d been reading, and began reading it again.

Before she was able to finish the paragraph, a loud thud sounded, startling her. Looking up, Jessie saw her husband sprawled on the hallway floor, a haunted, horror-filled look on his face. Without thinking, she jumped up quickly, winced from the pain of it, and rushed to him.

“What’s the matter? Is it Goose?” she asked, thinking that maybe Goose was hurt, or worse, that Ryan had found her dead on the floor.

Without waiting for a response, she entered the nursery. The soft blue of the walls was comforting as she walked in, taking in the lingering new baby smell that filled it. She looked around, trying to find Goose, who she thought was the source of the horror on her husband’s normally smiling face. After turning a few circles she didn’t see the kitten, or anything unusual for that matter, and began to walk back out of the room. Gut instinct stopped her steps.

She walked quietly, almost on tip-toe back over to the crib to peek in at their son. She saw him there, sleeping, and within seconds, she registered that something was wrong, very, very wrong. Her heart thundered loudly in her chest as anxiety coursed through her body, fear and terror filling her. Unthinking, she scooped her baby out of the crib, screaming. She began running her hands up and down his arms and legs, trying to warm his cool body. He was simply too cold. His face was discolored, unreal. Still screaming, she pulled her cell phone out from her pocket and dialed 911.

“Nine one one, what is your emergency?” a tinny voice said, though Jessie could barely make out any of the words.

“MY SON! MY SON IS DEAD! OH MY GOD. HELP ME, HELP HIM!” Her words came out rushed, at the top of her lungs, and barely coherent. She cradled him tightly against her chest, his skin feeling unreal in the so familiar gesture, as her hand shook, barely able to hold the phone to her ear.

“Ma’am, where is your son?” the voice asked.

“OH MY GOD, PLEASE, please help him!” she sobbed, leaving the question unanswered. “Please God, not him. NOT HIM. Please, take me instead. I’ll do anything. Please, you can’t do this. Please don’t take him. NO, NO, NO. PLEASE!”

“Miss, please. Lay the child on the floor, and start CPR – do you know CPR? Breathe into his mouth, so his lungs can get oxygen.”

Jessie laid her son down on the carpeted hallway floor and brought her mouth down to meet his. She blew into his mouth, watching his chest rise, though a voice in the back of her head told her it was no use, that he was already gone.

“Ma’am, is your door unlocked? The fire department is there, they’re going to help you.”

Jessie couldn’t answer and looked up to see a man suited in yellow gear, carrying an orange box, walking toward her. The fireman reached her and looked down at the tiny lifeless body lying next to her on the floor. He looked at her, sadness in his eyes, and shook his head. With that, he turned and walked out of the apartment.

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