Jim Taylor | COMPLETED

Chapter twenty-two - "A mind - limitless universe"

"Joe!? It's Peter. Hey... I know where Rachel is hiding...".

Peter decided to leave it that way. He knew the police will get her in one way or another now and walked back to the car. Jim was the last person he wanted to disturb with that thing.

Sitting back into the car, Peter smiled at the boy and started the engine. Then took a course back at home.

Arrived, Peter instantly told her wife what he had seen. The address he got from the neighbors, fit with the one he saw Rachel living in.

Months passed by. Michael was still arrested but Rachel wasn't. There wasn't enough evidence to blame her what happened to Rachel. Fortunately, Joe and Mac agreed to keep eyes on her. Just in case, something big happens. Michael also didn't say a word about her.

Jim had been at home for three months now. It was a month of November. He was okay with the parents and bared well. He loved playing with his all toys and tried to have some little conversations with his little brother. Still, there was something he wasn't coping with.

Failures. It always made a mess in his mind. When he tried to chase paper planes or birds, he didn't catch them. Birds were shy and they flew away. Colorful butterflies cleverly played hide-and-seek with the boy. Sometimes, Jim got sad when the road, he was driving on, was too pebbly. Tiny rocks got under the wheels and stopped the wheelchair.

"Jim, sweetie? Do you want to go outside for a walk with me?" Sarah said, walking to Jim's room doorstep. The boy was sitting on his chair in the center of the room, playing with his toys.

"I do!" he chuckled. He threw the toys to the ground and pushed the chair towards his mother.

"I'll get you some clothes. Go to the living room, daddy is right there," Sarah answered and entered the room. Took some comfortable clothes for the boy and left. "Peter, please help him to get dressed. We are going outside,".

"Oh, really? You do?" Peter smiled at his son. Jim nodded with a wide smile. "Come here,".

Peter picked up the clothes that Sarah threw to him and pulled the wheelchair closer to the couch. Jim put his hands up as a sign of changing the blouse. Also tapping his knees was a signal of wish for new pants.

He did as she asked and changed Jim's clothes. Kissed him on the forehead and wished a good day. Peter adored his son. Jim was everything to him. A piece of gold. The same way was Peter treating Jim. He also thought of starting to pray. To thank the big Lord for bringing Jim back to their lives.

"Is he ready? Because I need you to come and get me the stroller," Sarah asked, peaking inside the living room.

"Yeah... We are coming!" Peter answered and stood up. He pushed carefully Jim outside and asked him to stay still in the yard.

Peter helped the get the stroller out as well and helped his wife to put Leslie comfortably into it. Kissed their three cheeks and went back inside.

"Let's go!" Sarah said, looking at her children and started walking outside their yard.

The street was quite calm. Not very many cars drove on that road but people were like a whole zoo. So many different personalities. And as Jim's doctor said: there are not only good people in this world. Wise words, she thought.

In Wilmette, there were people, who had been through a lot. Every single one of these souls had their personal problems to deal with. And issues made some of them walking past the people with frowning faces. For sure, there were also some people, who always greeted everyone and were full of happiness and luck.

A lot was going on in Sarah' mind as well. Rachel. Michael. The person, who let the police know about the lonely boy in the house, also asked to be anonymous. Ridiculous.