Visit my client in the jail. I am his solicitor, rather than his criminal defence counsel. There to discuss what to do with his property while he is in. Still uncertain as to how long; conviction but no sentence, as of yet.
Every time I am there, see so many family members in the waiting room. Room full of hope. Maybe this time, things straighten out.
Walking out as mother and four children walk in. By the time I reach my car, they are back at the gate, with mother on cell. Jailhouse visit cancelled, or jailhouse visit refused by the prisoner.
My client doesn’t get visits from family members. Yet. There is hope, but people not yet ready.
So many roads, trains, circles.