After six hours of interviewing, Jacob seems to manage it all the way through. I was sitting next to him the entire time. Detective Evans was the one questioning Jacob, since of course Detective Sailor asked me rudely if there was something wrong with Jacob.

"Okay, Jacob, you're doing so good, just one more thing, okay?" Jacob shook his head. "Would you like something to eat?" Detective Evans asked, and Jacob smiled. I haven't seen him smile ever, and that literally melted my heart.

Detective Evans had left the interrogation room and went to get something from one of the vending machines. Jacob was flapping his hands, and I was making sure he didn't do anything to upset Detective Sailor.

Detective Evans came back in, and he handed a raisin box to Jacob. Jacob grabbed it, and I unboxed the box for him. I handed the raisins back to Jacob, and he started eating.

So they had to keep Jacob in jail overnight. I was super upset about it.

I didn't like the fact my disabled brother would be treated poorly due to being young and disabled. It was Detective Sailor's idea, and he doesn't understand what it's like to raise a disabled child. I promise Jacob that I will be back for him the next morning. I felt kind of sick to my stomach, just watching my brother be sent to an overnight jail.

I felt like I needed to cry, and I felt sick at the same time. I left the interrogation room feeling upset, and unwell, and I was trying not to be a pain in the butt. It's literally true that detectives don't like seeing a lawyer cry, no matter how badly you feel about the situation when it comes to one of my clients like Jacob who are committed to murder.

I was in the bathroom crying, and I had to figure something out. I knew that my brother was in trouble, when I told him that everything is going to be okay.

So once I got back home, I sighed, and walked my way into the kitchen as I took off my suit jacket and untied my tie. I then went up to the refrigerator and got out a bottle of water. I sighed, opened the tap, took a couple of sips and I closed the refrigerator once again. love my job, I love working on my dream career as a lawyer.

I make about 200K a year, and I work hard for myself, no matter if anyone tells me that I have a lot of potential for being a defender, it was my first impression before I thought of becoming a homicide detective. I grew up with both my parents being detectives.

I remember my mother asking me what I wanted to be when I got older. I wanted to become a detective badly, but then I had a change of heart by the time I graduated high school, and I knew from day one that I was meant to be a lawyer. If my parents were still alive, they would see how far I can go.

I fought every battle, and including my middle school to high school years, I went through a stage where I felt like I was trapped in darkness. I was diagnosed with depression after I had gone to law school, and I knew it was because of my parents being dead.

Until I started seeing a therapist for my mental health, and she prescribed me antidepressants. I asked her to make sure it would not affect my work.

I love to work as a lawyer, once again.

I was talking to one of my good friends, Mandy Butler. I was explaining to her how my brother was being charged for a murder. I sighed, sitting down on my couch and I told Mandy that I was just tired and felt worried.

I almost felt like I was gonna be sick, I explained to Mandy. Mandy felt bad for me, and she tells me how young my brother was and how much she loved Jacob, like he was her own brother. I sighed, chuckling and softly chuckled, I explained to Mandy how I just felt about Jacob being charged with a crime.

Just the day after Jacob's arrest, he and I were at the arraignment, Judge Henry was reading the criminal charges against Jacob (now called the "defendant"), and asked Jacob whether they understood the charges (regardless of whether they agree with them). Jacob will be notified of the charges against them and their right to have an attorney, which is myself. Jacob may either plead guilty or not guilty. Upon pleading guilty, the judge will proceed directly to sentencing.

"How does the defendant plead?" Judge Henry asked.

Since Jacob was learning to be patient in court, trying not to fool around, since I know how the law works sometimes when it comes to a kid who's disabled, Jacob said, "I-I didn't do it," Jacob said.

Jacob is made fully aware of possible loss of freedom or of life. He is informed why the prosecuting arm of the State is mobilized against him. Judge Henry will then make a decision or will review the decision about bail. Jacob may be released on their own recognizance or may be told to post a certain amount of bail. Finally, Judge Henry has announced the court dates for the preliminary hearing, pre-trial motions, and trial.

Just shortly after I contacted Mandy, she could tell I was pretty much frustrated by what was happening. Mandy told me to take some deep breaths and I did. I met Mandy in law school, she is also a public defender. I explained to her how I lost one case with one of my clients, and Mandy knows me well, she understands when it comes to my clients.

"Just hang in there, it will be all over before you know it."

I closed my eyes, inhaling my breath, and slowly exhaling. I opened my eyes and I told Mandy thanking her for being a good friend. "It is my pleasure," Mandy said, softly. I then chuckled once again, and I wished Mandy a good night. "Good night," Mandy said, and I hung up.