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The Heart Stone

The Heart Stone

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by Sherry Kyle

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When the biological father of Jessica MacAllister’s son decides to break their custody agreement, Jessica and her son visit her Uncle George for advice and refuge…

Following a year of grief, Evelyn Sweeney is finally ready to move on. Pondering her new path in life, her mind drifts to her first love, George MacAllister…

When the lives of


When the biological father of Jessica MacAllister’s son decides to break their custody agreement, Jessica and her son visit her Uncle George for advice and refuge…

Following a year of grief, Evelyn Sweeney is finally ready to move on. Pondering her new path in life, her mind drifts to her first love, George MacAllister…

When the lives of these two women cross, they discover that one heart-shaped ring binds their stories together. But will the results be a rekindled faith and new hope, or will it lead them both back into the darkness they’ve fought for so long?

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The Heart Stone

By Sherry Kyle

Abingdon Press

Copyright © 2013 Sherry Kyle
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4267-6984-9


Fresno, California

Jessi, it's Andrew ... Andrew Lawson."

At the sound of his voice, Jessica MacAllister's knees went limp and her palms grew moist. She sat down on the wooden stool near the kitchen counter and leaned her head on her hand, her elbow resting against the cold tile. Why was he calling? She hadn't heard from him since he signed the papers relinquishing his rights to Jacob six years before.

"Jessi, you there?"

She fought the urge to hang up the phone. "I'm here."

"I want to see him."

Her heart beat a strange rhythm. She had prayed this day would never come. "Andrew, I—I—I don't know," she stuttered. As a speech pathologist, she prided herself on her communication skills, but this man could trip her up regardless of her training.

"We can meet at a park. I'll sit at a distance and watch." The desperation in his voice was palpable.

Jessica's jaw clenched and her stomach churned. How could she trust that he wouldn't rush up to Jacob and tell him that he was his biological father? Or worse, what if he wasn't sober? His behavior when he was drunk could be ... No. She wouldn't let a man who had no part in Jacob's upbringing suddenly waltz into his life—especially someone who had shown her the ways of the world. But Andrew wasn't entirely to blame. She'd given in.

"No. No, that won't work." Jessica ran her hand through her shoulder-length hair.

"How about a restaurant? I'll eat at a separate table. I only want to see our son."

Our son. Jacob was not their son. He was hers and hers only. Andrew wasn't there for her when she was pregnant or gave birth. He'd never been there. Why the sudden interest now?

When Jessica woke this morning, she planned to spend the whole afternoon with Jacob—alone. What right did Andrew have to show up in her life after she'd assumed he was long gone? He'd abandoned her when she needed him most. The wound hurt deep and it would take a lot more than a casual demand.

A fire burned in her belly. "The answer is no—"

"Mommy, who you talking to?" Jacob padded into the kitchen, clad in his dinosaur pajamas. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Is that my boy?" Andrew's voice rose.

Jessica stared at her innocent son. Her hand shook and a lump lodged in her throat. She couldn't tell Jacob who was calling, and she couldn't tell Andrew the small voice he heard was indeed his son's.

"Come on, Jessi, work with me here—"

A firm resolve flowed through her veins. She wouldn't allow Andrew to worm his way into her son's life. Not now, not ever. "I've got to go." She pressed the off button and hung up the receiver.

"Hungry, buddy?" On shaky legs, she swung around the counter. She hoped Jacob didn't notice how rattled she felt. "How about some pancakes?"

"With chocolate chips?" He hopped on a stool and grinned, showing the gap that once held a baby tooth.

Several months ago, she'd made his favorite pancakes for his birthday. And now, after receiving the unexpected phone call from his birthfather, she'd give Jacob anything he wanted. "Sure." She smiled back.

"Can we go see Uncle George today?" Jacob pleaded.

"Thought you wanted to spend the day with me." A twinge of jealousy twisted her insides.

She chided herself, and then grabbed a mixing bowl from the cabinet. Uncle George had been through a difficult patch lately. If they could spend an hour or two visiting, it would make a world of difference to the older man.

"I've never seen someone without a leg." Jacob's eyes grew big and round.

Jessica cringed—neither had she. Why hadn't she taken the time to visit her uncle before now? The answer made her pulse race. Fear. The smell of hospitals and rehabilitation centers turned her stomach. Glancing down at her hand, the heart-shaped stone glistened and caught the light filtering through the window. Uncle George had given her the diamond ring when he found out she was pregnant with Jacob to fend off any unwanted advances—or unwanted questions. He had said, "It's hard enough being a single parent."

"Can we, Mom?" Jacob's voice interrupted her thoughts.

The phone rang. She recognized the number from moments ago. Andrew.

The phone rang twice more.

Jessica continued to gather the utensils and ingredients for the pancakes. Maybe if she ignored him, he'd go away.

"Can I answer it?" Jacob reached for the phone.

"NO!" She stopped him, and then clicked the off button of the answering machine before it could pick up.

"Who keeps calling?" Melissa, her roommate of a couple years, strode into the room. Her short blonde hair stuck out here and there, and her pink jersey T-shirt hung almost to her knees over navy sweat pants.

Jessica shot her a "don't ask" look, and then gestured to her little boy. "Jacob and I are going to Santa Cruz today to see Uncle George."

"Yeah!" Jacob hopped off the stool and thrust his arms in the air. He ran around the table like a speeding train pumping his small fists.

"Whoa, buddy." Jessica caught him, wrapping her arms around his chest. "Jacob, listen. I need to talk with Melissa. Why don't you watch cartoons and I'll call you when the pancakes are ready." Jessica rubbed the top of his head, his soft, brown hair slipping between her fingers.

"Okay." He ran toward the couch. On his way, he reached down and grabbed his favorite dump truck from the floor, and then huddled in the corner cushion of the sofa.

Jessica flipped on the television, then motioned for her roommate to join her in her bedroom.

"What's up?" Melissa planted her hands on her hips. "You're acting strange."

"It's Jacob's birthfather. I spoke with him this morning." Jessica paced the room. She grabbed her purple terrycloth robe and slipped it over her shoulders. "I hung up on him. And now he's calling again."

"What does he want?" Melissa sat on the edge of Jessica's unmade bed and covered her legs with the striped comforter.

"To see Jacob." Jessica leaned against the wall, slid down, and landed with a thud on the hardwood floor.

"Has he ever been part of Jacob's life?"

"No, and I won't let him start now. When he found out I was pregnant, he made it clear he didn't want anything to do with the baby or me. He even blamed me for sleeping around, saying the baby wasn't his." Jessica hugged her legs with both arms. "I wish I'd never gone to Mexico on that college trip. But I did." She sighed. "My roommates and I wanted to celebrate. I knew better."

"Celebrate what?"

"Graduation from Fresno State." Jessica bit her lower lip. "We were seniors looking for a good time. That's where I met Andrew." She stared at the floor, wishing the memories away.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. You have a beautiful little boy." Melissa stood and meandered over to where Jessica sat. Holding out both hands, she pulled her up. "From now on, I'll answer the phone. I think Jacob's waiting for those pancakes." Her roommate was never one to mope and she wouldn't allow Jessica to either.

She cinched the belt of her robe. "Please don't tell Jacob who called."

"Never in a million years." Melissa led her back to the kitchen. "So, when do you leave for Santa Cruz?"

"Right after breakfast."

"It's spring break. Why don't you take the whole week? I'll ward off any unwanted callers."

With Jacob having time off from school, Jessica had cancelled all her clients. Her speech pathology business, Speak Easy, would take a hit financially but she'd promised Jacob to spend time with him. Santa Cruz sounded great. Still....

"But tomorrow is Easter and we planned a big dinner. I can't leave you alone." Jessica poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Melissa. "I bought more vanilla creamer. It's in the side door of the refrigerator."

"Don't worry about me." Melissa's eyes danced. "A guy from work hinted he had no place to go."

"Oh, I get it." Jessica grinned. "Don't let us get in your way."

"It's not like that, and you know it." Melissa returned the tease. "I was going to ask you today if he could join us, but since you're leaving town, I didn't want you to worry." She grabbed the creamer and poured a hefty portion into her coffee.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm glad you'll have company."

"Where will you stay in Santa Cruz?"

"My uncle has a trailer. I'm sure we can crash there." Jessica cracked two eggs into a bowl and beat them before adding the flour, baking powder, sugar, and milk to the bowl. "He's going to be surprised to see us. I've been hesitating—didn't want to scare Jacob. He's never seen someone without a leg."

Melissa took a swig of her coffee. "Jacob didn't look scared to me. Are you sure you're not the one who's nervous?" She winked.

Jessica placed a small bowl of butter in the microwave. "Okay, you got me there. I admit I'm scared. I can't imagine my uncle, someone I've leaned on for strength my whole life, needing assistance. I'm glad the nurses at Pacific Coast Manor are available around the clock." She stirred the batter gently, leaving small clumps of dry ingredients. "I almost forgot the chocolate chips."

"In the pancake batter? It's not anyone's birthday." Melissa opened the cabinet above the dishwasher and handed the bag to Jessica. "You really are worried about that phone call."

Jessica nodded and let out a breath.

Melissa sidled up to her and spoke in hushed tones. "Remember, it's not the end of the world. So, he wants to see his son. Are you sure that would be a bad thing?"

Jessica scrunched up her nose and looked directly at her roommate. "I'm positive." She placed a frying pan on the stove and turned the heat to medium low before she added a handful of chocolate chips to the mix.

Melissa dropped a pat of butter into the pan. "Okay, if you're sure, then I'm with you on this."

"Thank you."

"But promise me you'll take this week to really think it through. Jacob needs a man in his life. And you haven't brought one around since he was born." Melissa sprinkled a few flecks of water into the pan. The drops sizzled.

"You forget. We're going to visit my uncle. He's the best role model I could ask for. No other man is needed." Jessica poured circles of batter onto the hot griddle.

"If you say so."

"Jacob, can you please turn off the television," Jessica called. "It's time for pancakes."

* * *

"Buckle up." Jessica glanced over her shoulder at her six-year-old. He sat in his booster seat between several suitcases, clutching his stuffed teddy bear.

"How long 'til we get there?" Jacob clicked the seat belt.

"About three hours, give or take."

She couldn't get out of her apartment fast enough. Considering she hadn't heard from Andrew in years, he'd suddenly become persistent. He must have done plenty of searching to locate her unlisted phone number. She'd been careful to keep her whereabouts a secret.

Melissa stood by the curb waving as Jessica turned the key.

"Jacob, wave goodbye."

"Why can't Melissa come?" Jacob leaned toward the door and moved his hand back and forth.

"Because she has a special guest coming for Easter dinner tomorrow." Jessica grinned.

No one should be alone on a holiday, including Uncle George. It had been at least two years since the last time they'd been together, and she hadn't been with him much before that either, although they'd always stayed in touch. His ministry to the people in the Philippines had spanned decades. She knew he'd hoped to live out his days there, but his high fever and toe infection brought him back home to the States. No amount of antibiotics could cure the gangrene that set in or the hearing loss in his right ear. His left leg was amputated below the knee, and he was fitted for a hearing aid. And now, according to the nurses, he was becoming more and more withdrawn as the days wore on. Jessica could hear it in his voice every time she called. The last thing she wanted to do was add to his troubles by telling him about her problems. But still, he'd always been there for her in the past.

After weaving through town to load her car with gas, she turned onto CA-180W toward CA-99 and drove her Honda Civic with the air conditioner on full blast. She flipped on the radio and sang along.


Jessica looked into her rearview mirror. "Yes?"

"I need to go potty." He bit his lower lip.

Jessica let out a sigh and stared back at the road.

"Didn't I tell you to go before we left?"

"I forgot."

"I'll look for a rest stop. You may need to wait until we get to Madera."

"How long is that?"

"Twenty miles." Jessica glanced at him once more. Her son's brows were furrowed, his lips pinched, and his arms were tightly wrapped around his stuffed animal. The life of a six-year-old was hard. She stifled a grin. If worse came to worst, she'd pull over to the side of the road.

"When we gonna get there?" Jacob whined.

This was going to be a long trip.


Santa Cruz, California

Jessica held Jacob's hand as they stood in the hallway outside Uncle George's room at Pacific Coast Manor. A knot formed in her stomach. The nurses had kept Jessica updated on his status these past couple months with phone calls. He wasn't happy. Most were amazed at her uncle's recovery despite his negative attitude. The last time Jessica spoke with the physician, he said the time had come for Uncle George to be released. They'd done all they could for him. Now it was up to Uncle George whether or not he'd use the prosthetic leg.

"What are we waiting for?" Jacob tugged on Jessica's arm.

A queasy sensation made its way up her throat. Skilled nursing facilities made her nauseous. She eyed Jacob.

He smiled up at her, apparently more relaxed than she. "Come on, Mom. I can't wait any longer."

Leave it to her son to push her forward and give her courage. Jessica grinned. "You're right. Uncle George needs someone like you around to lift his spirits."

"Can we go in now?" Jacob once again pulled her arm.

"Yes." Jessica took one step toward the door to the room when her son bolted in. "Jacob, wait!" She scurried to catch up with him.

The sight of her aging uncle sent ripples of grief washing over her. Why hadn't she visited him before now? Besides the one hundred and sixty miles that separated them, the answer was obvious. Work. It had always been her excuse—work and raising Jacob. Being a single parent took its toll. Now she realized how much time had passed since she'd seen him last. Uncle George's skin looked pasty, he'd grown a beard, and he'd lost weight. He sat in a wheelchair, his pant leg tucked under his left knee and thigh revealing the hard fact that he was dealing with the loss of his calf and foot. His prosthetic limb leaned haphazardly in the corner of the small room.

"Uncle George, it's me, Jacob!" Her son wrapped his arms around the man's neck like a monkey hugging a tree.

The man coughed. "You're choking me, boy—" His brows knit together as he unwrapped Jacob's arms to catch his breath.

Jessica cleared her throat. "Jacob, remember what I told you. Slow down, okay?"

"Oh, yeah." Jacob stepped back and stared at George's stump. His nose wrinkled. "Does it hurt real bad?"

"Jacob!" Jessica scolded. "Sorry about that, Uncle George." She approached and laid a hand on his shoulder. "It's good to see you."

George grunted.

"Tomorrow is Easter." Jacob sat on the edge of the twin bed. "I'm going to get lots of candy, right, Mom?" He turned his face toward Uncle George, not waiting for her reply. "Maybe you can have some, too. Candy always makes me happy."

Bless Jacob for trying to put a smile on her uncle's face. The nurses were right. The man had turned bitter, different from the vibrant missionary who could light up a room and win people to Christ. Now, he sat in his wheelchair with a scowl on his face, his hands nervously clutching the armrests.

Better get right to the point of the visit. She wanted to help George transition back to normal life, or at least his new life. Jessica sat beside Jacob on the bed and directed her words at her uncle. "The doctor told me you're ready to go home."


Excerpted from The Heart Stone by Sherry Kyle. Copyright © 2013 Sherry Kyle. Excerpted by permission of Abingdon Press.
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Meet the Author

Sherry Kyle is a graduate of Biola University with a degree in Communications. She is a freelance writer and a small group leader for her church. Her book for tween girls titled The Christian Girl’s Guide to Style released from Legacy Press in 2009. Her debut fiction novel, Delivered with Love was released by Abingdon Press in 2011. Sherry maintains an active membership in the Christian Writers Fellowship International, American Christian Fiction Writers, and Adoption Writers. She is also a graduate of the Institute of Children’s Literature.Sherry has four children, three homegrown and one by adoption, between the ages of 9 and 15. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys jazz concerts with her husband, Douglas, watching movies, and spending time with her family in central California. Visit her at www.sherrykyle.com.

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The Heart Stone 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I like the book + the front cover i realy liked the front cover i like on the front cover how there is a heart.
VicG More than 1 year ago
Sherry Kyle in her new book, "The Heart Stone" published by Abingdon Press takes us into the lives of Jessica MacAllister and Evelyn Sweeney. From the back cover: Two women. Two journeys. A season that may change their lives forever. When the alcoholic father of Jessica MacAllister' s son reappears in their lives, Jessica and her son go to her Uncle George for advice and refuge. Following a year of grief, Evelyn Sweeney is finally ready to move on. Pondering her new path in life, her mind drifts to her first love, George MacAllister. When the lives of these two women cross, they discover that one heart-shaped ring binds their stories together. But will the results be a rekindled faith and new hope? Or will it lead them both back into the darkness they've fought for so long? Jessica wants to escape from the father of her son and decides to take her son down to Santa Cruz for the week. Evelyn is a year into being a widow after forty years or marriage and in her sixties when she decides to look up her old flame from forty years before. Nick is a firefighter who longs for his own family. The lives of all these characters dovetail around George MacAllister. Ms. Kyle does a wonderful job of getting all these characters lives to unfold as each is told separately until they all meet. "The Heart Stone" is a wonderful, charming romance. The themes of letting go of past hurts, questioning whether you can be forgiven and trusting again is explored with a deft hand by Ms. Kyle. Ms. Kyle does an outstanding job of bringing her characters to life and you really want their romance to succeed. I am already looking forward to more from this talented author. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Pump Up Your Book. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
JerseyGirlBookReviews More than 1 year ago
The Heart Stone is a poignant tale of love, loss, trust, faith, forgiveness, and second chances. Written in the third person narrative, author Sherry Kyle weaves a captivating tale set in Santa Cruz, California, that follows the intertwining lives of Jessica MacAllister, George MacAllister, Evelyn Sweeney and Nick Fuller as they struggle with personal issues, each searching for faith, hope, guidance and redemption in order to move forward with their lives. Jessica MacAllister is the single mother of six year old Jacob, whose father Andrew Lawson had relinquished his rights, only to resurface six years later wanting to see his son. Fearing what will happen if Andrew comes back into her life, she flees Fresno for Santa Cruz, where she seeks refuge with her Uncle George. Andrew Lawson is a substance addicted man who is also a fugitive wanted for the murder of his current girlfriend. His pursuit to reconnect with Jessica and his biological six year old son Jacob is relentless ... but does he have an ulterior motive? George MacAllister is a former missionary who is back in the states after recently having his leg amputated. He is having a hard time dealing with the loss of his first love so many years ago, and readjusting to a new life without his leg. Evelyn Sweeney is a widow who has lost her husband of forty years. After a year of grieving the death of her husband, Evelyn is ready to move forward with her life, and she hopes to rekindle a love that she had recklessly thrown away so many years ago when she broke George MacAllister's heart. Nick Fuller is a fireman who has a fulfilling career, but he longs for a wife and family to complete his life. When he is introduced to Jessica and Jacob, he thinks he has found his future, only to discover that his childhood friend A.J. is Jacob's father, who has been accused of murder. The author does a wonderful job of connecting the characters' lives together in a captivating way, with the themes of single motherhood, child custody, faith, new - lost - rekindled love, forgiveness, second chances and starting over thoughtfully interwoven as their stories unfold. You can't help but feel a connection with the characters, they are realistic and believable, their individual struggles and hope to move forward in their lives engages the reader to follow along with enough drama, suspense, twists and turns, and a touch of romance that will keep you turning the pages. The Heart Stone is an uplifting and inspirational story filled with hope, love and forgiveness that will pull at your heartstrings and resonate with you long after the last words have been read.
PennyFM More than 1 year ago
The Heart Stone by Sherry Kyle Jessica MacAllister is content to run her business and raise her son all by herself. That is, until life’s turned upside down by the return of her son’s substance addicted father. Concerned about her beloved Uncle George, she heads to Santa Cruz, California to help him move and to avoid the man she dreads seeing.  Widow, Evelyn Sweeney, wonders what happened to her first love. Should she try to find him? Or stay put and live out her life without knowing.  Nick, a firefighter, enjoys his single life, but hopes to meet someone special someday. Sooner would be better than later. But before he can focus on himself, he needs to help a troubled friend. Like a fine weave, Sherry Kyle threads the stories of her characters together as they search for peace and love. Jessica, George, Evelyn, and Nick share more than one mysterious bond as they are drawn together. Through faith and hope, the characters struggle to seek God’s guidance and follow his path. The author tells a beautiful story of hope and redemption. She creates a lovely setting and believable characters who will steal your heart. This would be a great beach read as well as a good book for a book club. Anyone who enjoys women’s fiction, with a touch of romance, will enjoy the twists, turns, and tale of true love.