All Chapters of Saving the Wilsons: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

COLT POV "Hello," I answer while holding my phone with my shoulder and digging through my suitcase for some clothes.   "Hello, Mr. Wilson, this is Mr.Cotton. I have received some news in regards to your child support case," Mr. Cotton replies, immediately gaining my full attention.   "I hope it is good news," I say, and he chuckles.  "Very good news. Chanelle Graham has been booked for conspiracy to commit robbery, and when I contacted her public attorney, he stated that Ms. Graham has decided to drop the petition. Apparently, she confessed to her sister on tape that you are not the father. She also confessed to her other crimes, but that doesn't pertain to us. I will be returning 75% of your payment to you because my work is done....unless you want to sue Ms.Graham," Mr. Cotton says, and I shake my head towards an empty room.   "Oh no. That isn't necessary. I just needed the truth to come out. Well, tha

COLT POV (3 days later)"Mom, you can't do that! The doctor's orders are for you to take it easy," Janelle fusses while holding her mom's elbow and tugging her back to her bed. "I was only going to my closet Jan! I wanted to show Colt my scrapbooks," Janelle's mom Elaine says while getting a little irritated."Just ask Colt or me to get it for you then. I want you off your feet for at least another day, mom," Janelle says while opening her mother's closet and pulling down an armful of photo albums. I silently stand and take them from her, and she gives me a small smile. I pile the albums next to Elaine and sit back down. Watching them interact is hilarious to me. Janelle is trying to switch their roles, and Elaine isn't having it. Elaine has been feisty since she woke up. She wanted to see her grandson, and she wanted to go home. And after two days of complaining, the doctors finally agreed. Janelle had a full-blown tantrum until

JANELLE POVI hold mom against my chest as she weeps for my sister. Detective Barnes left hours ago after telling us the news and letting us know that he would be bringing Chanelle's belongs by tomorrow. I can't seem to shake my shocked brain awake. I haven't shed a single tear, and I know my mother must think I'm a monster. I feel completely numb. I feel as if I have no emotion to speak of. Mom finally quiets after another thirty minutes, and I walk her to bed. She doesn't say a word to me, and I don't say one to her. It's like we are both lost in our grief. ***********(Next morning)"Thank you, Detective Barnes," I say as I take the bag of belongings my sister had in her jail cell. "You're welcome.....I feel like I need to warn you...when the correctional officers packed her things, they did find some letters addressed to you and your mom," Barns says, and my stomach twists. I nod, and Barnes give

JANELLE POV (trigger warning)"Jal, milk pweez," a small voice says before I feel something poke my cheek.   "Hey, little buddy. Aunt Janelle is sleeping. Why don't I help you get some milk okay," a deeper voice says that makes me smile.   "Jal, sleep? But why," Heath's little voice asks as I manage to move my tired body into a sitting position.    I must have fallen asleep on the couch next to Colt last night. I look towards the kitchen as I hear the fridge open. I stand up and stretch before joining the hunt for milk.   "Where are your cups buddy," Colt asks just as I enter the small space.   "Cabinet next to the fridge. I will get his breakfast going and his mickey mouse," I say, and Colt gives me a big smile.   I grab a few waffles from the freezer and pop them in the toaster we keep on the counter. While they are cooking, I get the Ipad set up and playing Heat

JANELLE POV (TWO DAYS LATER)   "Here, mom, let me," I say as I approach my mom from behind her.   She tries to smile at me, but it falls before her lips are even tilted all the way. "Thank you. Your sister gave it to me," Mom says softly as I clasp the necklace she has been trying to put on for the last five minutes.   "I remember that Mother's day. Chan got you a necklace, and I got you perfume," I say with a small smile to encourage her to talk.   She nods before looking down at her feet. I run my fingers through my mother's short brown hair and wait. I know she wants to say something else.  "Do you think Heath will be upset later on in life...about not going," Mom whispers, and I shrug.   "I don't know....but as his caregivers, we have to look out for him. The weather is bad, mom. Cold rainy........he is better with Shelby. She will take care of him," I reply as I t