Grace Graham is back in Tennessee with her four-year-old son on a short unpaid leave from work, helping her father recover from surgery and spending time with her sister. Shoal Creek seems more backward than ever after her years in California, and it's hard to find organic food anywhere.
When the unthinkable happens and her son is diagnosed with measles, Grace's fears over modern medicine take a dangerous turn. Worse, the town has fallen into quarantine and its residents focus their anger and blame on Grace. She is alone and scared, until one brave woman chooses to reach out a hand of forgiveness and mercy. But when the outbreak takes a life-threatening turn, will Grace be able to forgive herself?
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Kathryn Cushman is a graduate of Samford University with a degree in pharmacy, and she practiced as a pharmacist in Georgia, Tennessee, and California. Her previous novels are Leaving Yesterday, Waiting for Daybreak, and A Promise to Remember, which was a finalist for ACFW Book of the Year in Women's Fiction. Kathryn and her family currently live in Santa Barbara, California.
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By Kathryn Cushman
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Chapter OneThe Santa Barbara Wharf was the perfect place to get lost from reality for a few hours—the smell of salt air, the smiles of tourists, the Ty Warner Sea Center to enthrall my son, and the complete absence of anything resembling my normal life. We climbed out of my car and Dylan ran immediately to the safety rails lining the edge of the pier. "Look, Mama," he said as he pointed toward the churning water below.
My sandals made a contented scuffling sound against the wooden deck as I moved to his side. At the mouth of the harbor, a long blue sailboat was cutting through the water on its way into the marina, several people hurrying around its deck folding and securing the sails. Yes, this had been a brilliant idea. "Isn't that awesome?" My mood was already improving.
"Yep, now let's go pet a shark." Dylan turned and started skipping in the general direction of the Sea Center, his dark brown hair bouncing with each step.
"Dylan, wait for Mama." I hustled toward him, almost laughing with the lightness of the day. "Hold my hand, sweetie. We have to be careful of the cars."
"Aww, Mom, holding hands is for little kids." He said this with every bit of his four-year-old dignity, but he did hold up his hand for me to take. His head drooped just a fraction. "I wanted to skip."
"Well, I can skip, too. Come on, let's do it together."
"Really?" He looked at me, the left side of his mouth curled under in doubt. So
completely adorable. "How come I've never seen it?" I skipped forward in response. "Come on, slowpoke."
He laughed as he tried to skip faster than me. I was so intent on looking down and watching him that it was almost too late when I looked up and saw them.
Martin Bale and his wife, Juliana, were just ahead, their hands clasped as they looked into the window of a souvenir shop. Oh no. So much for escaping from my present reality. Well, I could still avoid it. I planted my feet, inadvertently jerking Dylan to a stop in the process.
"What's wrong, Mama?" He looked up at me with those huge chocolate eyes. "Why aren't ya skipping anymore? Is it too hard for old people to skip that long?"
Any other time I would have defended my twenty-five years as still being young. Right now, there wasn't time. "I was just thinking ..." I looked quickly around me, grasping for an excuse that he would accept quickly enough to get us out of here without being seen. The closest building to me was also the most likely place for instantaneous success. "How about some ice cream?"
"Ice cream!" Dylan squealed the words out in the way that only a four-year-old who rarely gets junk food can scream. "Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!" He jumped up and pumped his fist in the air, effectively removing his hand from my grasp.
"We have to do it now. Right now." I hurried toward the open door, knowing he would follow.
He didn't, just passed me in a blaze of gray T-shirt and long blue denim shorts. By the time I hurried safely inside, Dylan had already begun perusing the double row of ice-cream selections through the window. "How many scoops, Mama? Three?"
"Aw, come on. Two?" He tilted his head slightly to the side and looked up at me from behind his long, curly lashes. "Please? I've been a good bo-oy." Dylan's charm in full form was almost impossible to resist.
Still, we hadn't even had lunch yet. "I think one is more than enough."
I glanced through the window and saw Martin and Juliana casually strolling in our direction. We just needed to stay in here long enough for them to get to the parking lot; it shouldn't be difficult at all. Or at least it wouldn't have been if a perky-looking redhead hadn't come along. She hugged Juliana, and I could see them both talking at once like long-lost friends. This might take a while. I was going to have to stall.
"You know what, Dylan? Today's a special day. Why don't you have two scoops?"
"Woo-hoo!" He went back to looking through the curved glass. "Can I taste the pink one?"
"Sure, pardner." The man behind the counter grabbed a tiny pink spoon and pulled up a sample serving. "This one's bubblegum."
"Ooh!" Dylan's eyes grew even rounder.
I only allowed him to chew gum on special occasions and only under strict supervision. Of course ice cream and bubblegum in one package would sound extra especially like something he wanted.
"Two scoops of bubblegum, please."
I ruffled the top of his hair, looking over my shoulder to check on the Bales' progress toward the parking lot. I didn't see them anywhere—probably still talking. "Dylan, why don't you pick two flavors, instead of two scoops of one flavor?"
"I like bubblegum."
"Dylan, the whole point of getting two scoops is to get two flavors. You need to choose a second flavor if you want the second scoop." Personally, I couldn't have cared less about whether he chose one flavor or two; I just wanted to prolong the process.
"Oh-kay." His glum expression lasted about a millisecond, until he turned back to the man behind the counter with a gleam in his eye. "Can I taste the vanilla?"
"Sure can." The man handed him another sample spoon. "You want to taste the berry blitz? It goes well with bubblegum, I think."
"Sure. And can I try the orange sherbet, too?" Dylan didn't dare look my direction, knowing that I usually shut him down after a couple of samples. Since I still hadn't seen the Bales walk past, I wasn't going to do that today.
I glanced over my shoulder again and saw them walking straight toward the door of the ice-cream shop. Oh no!
"Okay, Dylan, tell the man what you want. We've got to get going." But even as I said the words, I knew it was already too late. I turned so that my back was to the door, blocking Dylan from view.
"Grace. Is that you?" Juliana's question ended my last pretense at hope.
I turned slowly. "Hi, Juliana. Hi, Martin."
"Doesn't it just figure that the one day I play hooky from work, I run into half the people I know?" Martin reached out to shake my hand. "I guess I shouldn't feel too bad, though, since you seem to be doing the same thing, hmm?"
Not wanting to prolong the conversation, I didn't bother to tell him that Jasmine had given me the day off to compensate for excessive overtime. I simply held up the palms of both hands and said, "Guilty."
"I always suspected there was a rebel buried somewhere in there." He nodded approvingly. "I've been telling Steve that all along, haven't I, Juls?" The question was hardly out of his mouth when his expression froze. He looked toward his wife, panic in his eyes.
Juliana's cheeks turned pink and she reached forward and hugged me. "I was so sorry to hear about you and Steve. I always thought you two were perfect for each other, didn't you, Martin?"
I held my breath with the question. I hadn't yet told Dylan that Steve and I wouldn't be getting married. This was certainly not the way I planned for him to hear about it. I turned toward him, only to find him happily sampling yet a fifth flavor of ice cream. I found myself rubbing my ring finger with my left thumb. It still felt strange to have nothing there, a sad reminder of all that had gone wrong of late.
Martin reached out to shake my hand. "Good to see you, Grace. I am sorry that things didn't work out for you two." Then, almost under his breath, he said, "And I'm really sorry things didn't work out with the Blue Pacific."
"What do you mean?" My voice got loud enough with this question that even Dylan and the ice-cream-counter guy stopped what they were doing and looked toward me.
"You know, the buyout. Now that you ..." He paused, looked toward Dylan, and cleared his throat. "I thought Steve made clear that immediate family always had priority. Now that things have ... changed with you guys, Roger's pushing the group toward investing in that boutique Phoebe wants. I hate it, because that girl has never worked a hard day in her life."
"But why won't you continue with the deal for Blue Pacific? It's a great idea."
He nodded. "I was excited about it. But once Roger got wind of what had happened ..." Martin shifted his gaze just away from me and shrugged.
"But Jasmine has already begun making plans to move to Texas. Her son needs to be near that autism center." As the reality sank in, my panic began to rise. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. How could I ever explain to Jasmine that I had ruined everything for her, and her son?
Martin shrugged. "I know. I wish it could be different."
So did I. About a lot of things.
* * *
Dylan hurried through the door of our condo, excited to put his new dolphin snow globe on the shelf in his bedroom. The phone was ringing before I had the door closed behind me.
"You're never going to believe this one." Jasmine practically sang the words, something so out of character for her serious demeanor.
"What won't I believe?"
"I just had the real estate agent come look at my house, and he said that homes in this price range are starting to move right now. With a little bit of work, he thinks we should be able to get more than I was expecting."
"That's ... great news." Jasmine obviously had not yet been told that the Blue Pacific deal had fallen through. That there was no reason to sell her house, because she was not going to be moving to Texas after all, no specialized treatment for her son. "Jasmine, have you—"
"Got to go. The Randalls just arrived. See you Monday." The phone clicked before I had the chance to finish the sentence I didn't want to finish. How could I possibly tell her that, thanks to me, her last hope for her son had just vanished?
I knew that intellectually she wouldn't blame me for this—a business deal was no reason to prolong an engagement that was doomed to fail—but this had all been my idea. Selling the Blue Pacific Bed and Breakfast had never entered her mind. Until I suggested it two weeks ago.
* * *
It had been a quiet day at work, the bed-and-breakfast only three-quarters full, with most of the guests part of a big group from back east somewhere. The husbands left for golf early every morning, the wives a few hours later for shopping and trips to the spa. There was an unusual lack of workload.
"Look at this," Jasmine had said while looking at something on her computer screen.
I walked over to see a screen full of writing, including the headline: "Full-Time Program."
"What is it?"
"It's a center in Texas that focuses on treating autism. It's a totally different approach, but I just read an article about the success they are having. I'd give anything if I could take Collin there."
"Why don't you?" I supposed I already knew the answer.
"Can't afford it. The full-time treatment option would require me moving to Texas—at least for a year or so. I'd have to pay someone to replace me here. It wouldn't work."
I knew she was right. The costs for her son's therapy already were staggering. She couldn't possibly take the extra time off work and pay an employee to take her place. "Oh, Jasmine, I'm sorry." I stared at the screen, at the picture of a father lifting his smiling four-year-old over his head. A picture that parents of the severely autistic would give anything to attain. The problem was, Jasmine had already given more than she could afford.
Half an hour later, Steve walked into the office. "Greetings, ladies." He nodded toward Jasmine, who barely looked up from the computer, still lost in her impossible dream.
"What are you doing here?" I stood from behind my desk and walked toward him, already noticing the crease in his forehead. "You look tired. Rough day?"
"As of this second, it just got a lot better." He kissed my forehead and drew me into his arms.
"What was rough about it?" I nestled against his shoulder, the wool of his sports coat rough against my cheek.
"Will you two take it outside? Some people are trying to work in here." Jasmine's teasing sounded halfhearted at best. Steve pulled away from me and looked toward her, then back at me, a question in his eye.
I shrugged in that it's-a-long-story way and took his hand. "What are you doing here, by the way?"
"The investment group just had a meeting at Daniel's office. I figured since I was in Ventura anyway, I'd drop in and see my favorite office manager."
"Roger still pushing for a boutique for Phoebe?"
He nodded. "Looks like it just might happen. Of course Darin and Mike would never vote against him, and the rest of us can't come up with a better proposal."
"Who knows? She's a bright girl; she could probably make it work."
"You're probably right, and there's nothing bad I can say about her ... except she's never held anything close to a job. Everything's just been given to her. It feels risky to devote that kind of money to such an unknown."
"I see what you mean." I nodded, thinking once again what a fortunate woman I was to have landed a man who had the foresight to start an investment group straight out of college. There were eight of them, and every month they contributed money into the coffer. So far they had invested in a restaurant, which one of the partners and his wife were running, and it was doing well. Then there had been a catering facility that a couple of the wives were heavily involved in.
I looked at Jasmine and blurted out before I even thought, "Why don't you buy the Blue Pacific?"
"I didn't know it was for sale." Steve looked at Jasmine, who was just now cluing into our conversation.
"I didn't, either." She leaned toward me, resting her chin on her hand. "Do tell."
"Think of it—if Steve's group bought this place, you could move to Texas, closer to that place you've been looking at. The cost of living would be so much less expensive, you could sell your house and buy a new one with money to spare. And you wouldn't have to worry about hiring someone to replace you. I'd be ready to step in."
Jasmine offered a slow, sad nod, chin still in hand. "That's the stuff dreams are made of." She straightened up in her chair and picked up a stack of papers from her in-box. "Too bad I'm a little too old and a little too wise to believe in dreams." She picked up a pencil and made a point of looking studious over the current papers.
"Maybe I'll look into it," Steve said softly, his head tilted to the side in thought. He grasped my hand. "Shall I go pick up Dylan from preschool so you can go home and get ready for a special dinner out?"
I smiled at him. "Pizza?"
"You got it."
We both laughed.
* * *
The laughter faded from my memory, leaving behind it a gaping hole of what had once been. My engagement to Steve, Jasmine's dream of a new hope. Yep, it had been my big mouth that started this deal, and now my big mouth—or my big fight with Steve— had ended it.
Wasn't it enough that my heart was broken? Did Jasmine need to be crushed in the process? This was going to destroy her. She wouldn't blame me—I knew she wouldn't—but how could she not? She'd have to at least a little.
I suddenly dreaded going into work on Monday. Surely she would know the truth by then. It was Steve's investment group who'd made the overtures, and it was their job to tell her the bad news. I couldn't imagine having to tell her myself, or sit there and listen to her excitement growing, knowing that it wasn't going to happen. Knowing that her dream was lost.
My phone rang again. Probably Jasmine remembering something else exciting—something else that would have been wonderful if I hadn't messed everything up.
"Hey, Gracie." My sister's voice was lacking any hint of its usual perk. So unlike the Jana I knew, but it had become all the more common in the last few months. Still, I was so happy to hear her voice. She was the one constant in my life.
"Hey. You sound tired. Hannah got another ear infection?"
"Just getting over one."
Dylan had been a mostly healthy baby, but I still had vivid memories of the few times he'd been sick and up all night. Jana had lived that over and over again with Hannah. "You've really been through more than your share lately, haven't you?"
"Yes. Yes I have." There was a grim determination in her voice. "Grace ... I didn't mean to just drop this on you, but I don't think I can do this anymore." Her voice choked for a moment. "That's why I'm calling."
A fleeting fear shot through me that she was about to tell me she was leaving Rob and Hannah and getting away from it all. I knew better, because Jana never gave up on anything, but something had changed. "What do you mean?"
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This is a great book, now it doesn't really have the romance factor that most of my books I review have. But it's a great story!! Grace has been running from things her whole life, when something got sticky she left. But when circumstances make it impossible for her to run, she must 'face the music' for her actions in the past. When Dylan gets sick, at first she thinks nothing of it...until someone mention Measles! Which she never vaccinated Dylan for, since she was scared of the chemicals it would be putting into his body, when they were practically non-existent in the U.S. what she didn't factor on, was someone who was just visiting across the seas...bring it home to her...which she brings home to the infants of Shoal Creek, Tennessee... What will Grace do when the whole town is turned against her, how will she cope? Will she lean on God? Or will she run at the next possible timing?
ANOTHER DAWN by Kathryn Cushman is an interesting inspirational contemporary fiction set in present day Pacific Coast area.This is a story of dare consequences,autism,forgiveness,faith,second chances,healing,and speaks on the serious consequences of not vaccinating your children. This is the story of Grace,her family,her four year old son,Dylan,and how one decision effects the people around you.You can't help but find yourself caught in the family drama,the healing of this family,and of course you will love little Dylan.This story deals with serious issues,and family relationships.It also shows of both sides of the coin.It we all must take responsibility for our actions,the choices we make,and learn to forgive those around us. "Another Dawn" is a must read full of insight and it has opposing view points on childhood vaccinations and has faith unbound. This author has created another wonderful,heart wrenching story of love,family,faith,forgiveness and second chances. I would recommend this story to any and all contemporary fiction readers and any fan of medical information.This book was received for the purpose of review from the publisher and details can be found at Bethany House,a division of Baker Publishing Group and My Book Addiction Reviews.
Another Dawn tells a wonderful, heartbreaking story of a woman, Grace, that has always ran when things get tough. She is afraid to love for fear of getting hurt. She left her home and moved away to California to raise her son, Dylan. After her mother died, she blamed her father and never looked back on returning home. An unexpected call from her sister gives her the ultimatum of coming home to help take care of her father or never come back. Grace has a chance to make things right and decides to go. This book explores the controversial topics of Autism and whether vaccinations are the route of the cause. Grace works for a woman that has a son with Autism and swears that once he had his vaccines that he went from being a normal child to a completely different child. Grace witnesses the childs behaviors first hand and decided not to vaccinate her son. Upon returning home, Grace starts making amends until something very serious happens. Her son becomes deathly sick and puts the lives of other children in the town at risk. She has to decide to run away again or stay home and face the consequences of her actions. This book brought me to tears at times, thinking about how the decisions that you make at one point in time can affect your life and many others for years to come. I was very intrigued by the topics discussed in Another Dawn. These are controversial topics that people need to know more about. The link between Autism and vaccines can affect a parents decision against vaccination. I have opted to vaccinate my children but I can understand where others that don't have great concern. This book does a good job of exploring the topic and showing a possible outcome if you choose not to vaccinate. But the main focus of Another Dawn is about the decisions that Grace has made in her life and if she can face those decisions or choose to ignore them and go about her life as if nothing happened. I did enjoy reading this book. It got me thinking about what I would have done had I witnessed a child with Autism first-hand. I do know many people with Autistic children and pray for a cure or a better understanding as to why this occurs. There were facts stated in the book that gave me more insight on Autism. I would recommend this book as a good read. Another Dawn was provided to me free of charge by Bethany House Publishers for review purposes. All opinions are my own and have not been influenced in any way.
Grace Graham, along with her son, Dylan, returns home to Shoal Creek, Tennessee to confront her past, and help her outspoken father after his knee replacement surgery. Grace had somewhat of a falling out with her sister, Jana, after her mother's death years before. Both want to reconcile. Dylan takes an instant liking to his cousins, especially little Hannah Rose. Grace is planning on returning to California, but Dylan gets a rash and a fever. When he doesn't get well, she takes him to the doctor, who says he will be fine in a few days. A few days go by, and Dylan is worse. The doctor doesn't know what exactly is wrong with him, but, suddenly, Grace has an idea what it could be. Dylan has never had his measles shots, and he has exposed the virus to others, including his baby cousin, Hannah Rose. I've read several contemporary Christian novels, and normally the books are romance, so that is what I was thinking when I started reading Another Dawn. I soon realized that this isn't a romance novel, but a story about redemption and the love between a mother and her son. The book felt intense at times, due to the realization of the plot. It's scary to think of young parents neglecting to get their children the vaccination shots, but it happens everyday. This is great read and I couldn't put it down until I had finished it. I recommend this book to everyone. *I would like thank Bethany House for sending me a copy to review.
Grace Graham's life is in an upheaval. She is hurting from recently ending her 4 year engagement to her fiancé. Her sister is playing the guilt card, begging her to come and help with their father after his knee surgery and give her a much needed respite. This within itself would not be bad except she hasn't been home since the death of her mother, 8 years. On top of that she and her father do not get along. She harbors resentment toward him as she believes his choices caused her beloved mother's death. After realizing she will be the cause of her best friend/ boss's failed business deal. Grace then does what she has always done when faced with difficult situations, she runs. The heart of the story though is an unusual but contemporary topic. While is pregnant with her son, Dylan, now four, she sees her friend's son become autistic shortly after his MMR vaccination. She decides then she will never risk her child by vaccinating. Returning to her small hometown is bittersweet as she faces painful memories. Soon after arriving and helping her sister in the church nursery, Dylan, contracts the measles. Now every child in the nursery (all too young to have received the MMR yet) and some older adults in the community have been exposed. Including her sister's frail, long awaited for adopted daughter. Soon there is an epidemic of measles in the town. As many children cling to life, including her niece, Grace becomes the focus and center of controversy for the choice she has made and how it has affected others. With no place to run this time, Grace is forced to face the maelstrom and put to the test not only her beliefs but her relationships with those she loves. The author does a beautiful job of showing both sides of the subject, without taking sides. It was very balanced. I could honestly very clearly see both sides of the issue. But the book is about far more than this current issue. It is about truly standing for what you believe even in the face of great opposition and standing alone. She realized she may be alone in the flesh but in all she was facing, God stood beside her guiding and comforting her. I saw a clear picture of when Christians turn from God because of suffering they have experienced; they will succumb to bitterness. The author shows that God can soften even the hardest heart and repair any damaged relationship, no matter how impossible it may seem, if we allow Him to. As Grace once again opens her life to the Lord, she finds the courage not only to deal with great anger and hatred directed to her, but to have the courage to made difficult decisions. In some parts my chest would tighten as I felt myself walk through these uncomfortable confrontations. This book is excellently written, entertaining, thought provoking and informative. Good job Ms. Cushman! I have received this from book Bethany House in exchange for my honest review.
I had to check, but I had read another book by Kathryn before. Yep! She wrote it in first person, which is not my favorite, and Yep! I still liked the book, despite that. Another Dawn tackles a couple of very difficult subjects. The first of which is who is in control of your life, and on the flip side, who is actually better to be in control of your life. (This particular subject is not one of my favorites. Possibly because it's one I struggle with frequently.) :-) The other is how our decisions affect people around us (both known and unknown), whether we want them to or not. Grace Graham has basically been given an ultimatum. Her sister said come take care of dad or you're not in the family. The timing works outs because things are getting a little hard for Grace with her job and her fiance', and this is her M.O. Things get hard, so it's easier to run. So she packs up her four-year-old son and heads back home for a couple of weeks. However, when decisions she made years ago begin to come out and affect people in the small town of Shoal Creek, Tennessee, what will she do? Will she face the consequences and stick it out or will she run away again? I found myself being swayed for and against the heroine, Grace, several times. I could understand this point of view. I couldn't understand why she did this or that. I love books that can do that. There's a couple of plot lines I would have liked to see develop a little more, like her fiance's roll in the story, and her dad and mom's history within her life, but all in all, I think it's a good book. I don't know that this book will make it to my must read over and over shelf, but I could probably read it again and still like it. I would definitely recommend this as a read you will enjoy. This book was provided to me for review by Bethany House Publishers.
Kathryn Cushman seems to always deliver a story that lingers long after you finish the final page. Another Dawn is not only an entertaining read, it tackles one of today's most important medical debates.
Fearing the possibility of autism, Grace Graham makes a decision she thinks best for her child. Years later, she returns to her family and brings a life-threatening illness to her sister's toddler and a medical crisis to her hometown. Grace has a habit of running from difficulties. Now she must draw the courage to do the right thing, take responsibility for her own choices and forgive her father for his. The book offers a view of both sides of a serious issue and family relationships. It's has page turning suspense that kept me reading past midnight.
My Review of Another Dawn As children, my sister and I took all our vaccinations. No questions asked. When our children were little, they received all their vaccinations. No questions asked. We didn't know any better. Since reading Another Dawn I realize there is a serious health risk for children who take vaccinations. It has been shown that the MMR (Measles, Mumps and Rubella) vaccine can cause autism in some children. With the wealth of information about this subject found in Another Dawn, it is apparent Author Kathryn Cushman researched for many hours in preparation for writing this book. But this is not a book just about vaccines and resulting illnesses. This book is about forgiveness and second chances. There was such spiritual and emotional growth in Grace, it was fascinating to watch. "Complex" doesn't begin to describe Grace's relationships with her father, her sister, her fiancé.well, all of her relationships. But in the end, forgiveness between Grace and the people in her life leads to healing. And I can't overlook Grace's son, Dylan. What a precocious, sweet and intelligent four-year-old! You will want to "bring him home with you." This book is a "must-read." You will be informed and you will enjoy the story. If you know of anyone whose child has autism that may have been caused by vaccinations, please see that they get a copy of this book. It is definitely a "must-read" for them.