Mrs. Baker wanted for Jacob and I to start calling her Heather because she was a good friend to the both of us.

Heather and I took Jacob out for a walk in the park, and Jacob was off work today.

Jacob and I were to head to a beach the week before thanksgiving, and the weather wasn't to cold this year, it was more like bipolar weather.

As Heather and I were walking down the sidewalk to our cars, the town of West Fargo was a bit quiet tonight.

It was currently seven in the evening, and I was going to be up for work at six in the morning the next day, and decide to continue working on searching for evidence of a crime that I had a feeling I would find it serious than I thought.

Heather started to act weird when I told her that I was going to find Jacob's accuser.

But Heather did eventually apologize and I don't want to get involved with something it may not be true. But it was weird, because Heather was a very nice woman who had been in a lot of pain and had a very strong sense of humor.

Heather is the only one who understood my situation with my parents before they had passed away. I told Heather everything about my battle with cancer, depression, and alcoholism, and Heather had opened ears.

It was like I could trust Heather to tell her anything. Heather was someone Jacob and I looked up to, besides Mrs. Joanna who was a part of our lives as well.

I remember Mrs. Joanna had asked Heather if she had any children shortly after they met, and Heather kind of told Mrs. Joanna that she didn't have any children and never planned on having children anyways.

It was before Heather had told me she did had a son who died in prison after she told Mrs. Joanna a lie. It was weird because I never seen Heather tell a lie to Mrs. Joanna. It was like Mrs. Joanna was becoming Heather's controlling friend.

But shortly thereafter Heather started acting like she knew what she wanted, and knew what she was saying, I had second thoughts about Heather.

I didn't want to make a big deal about it, so I decided to let it go. I was going through some stuff with my one of my newest clients who was in deep trouble.

My newest client name was Callie Shawls, a nineteen year old woman from Bismarck who I had also been to, and Callie was sentencing her for a crime of felony possession and battery.

In North Dakota, if convicted of a Class C felony for drug possession, Callie could face fines up to $5,000 and up to 5 years in prison.

Callie charges may be enhanced to a Class B felony if she is found in possession of a CDS within 1,000 feet of a school zone.

Callie was being stubborn because of her useless behavior. I really wanted to help Callie, but Callie just didn't want my help. I was close to just quit my job as a lawyer, and possibly be able to work as a homicide detective instead.

I just think being a lawyer is not my thing anymore, after some bad experiences with my clients, my client's family, who people depend on me and my work and helping them get their freedom back.

But I didn't become a lawyer to quit. I became a lawyer to save people's lives. It was like I was a hero, and I had some some good experiences with my clients, too.

It hasn't always been bad. I just overthink everything and I am not used to being a lawyer, yet. It's only been a few months since I began working as a public defender. It's scary how the law works in the state of North Dakota.

I had one point where a judge humiliated me in front the entire court for being too slow and not getting enough time to gather my case when I first began my job.

It was sort of my fault for not being prepared for my first trial. I was new at my job, and I guess the judge didn't want to give me a chance, he didn't care if I was a first time lawyer.

I thought becoming a detective was much more accurate than being a lawyer.

I am a good lawyer, if people like my clients, and some judges who could actually see that I am a lawyer with high standards of professionalism and integrity.

It wasn't even my second day of work, and some of my friends, like Bray Bison Fiona Hills, at the lawsuit were telling me that I needed to step up to my game.

It was because Bray and Fiona didn't think I would make a great lawyer either, but now we're friends, and they're both very respectful to me.

So, Bray, Fiona and I, all three of us were just chatting about how I felt about Judge Lance who was the one who made me think I wasn't good at my job as a lawyer, and how Judge Lance humiliated me during trial.

I hope in the state of North Dakota is illegal for a judge to mock a lawyer during a trial. I wanted to punch Judge Lance in his face, but I couldn't, I wouldn't still be a lawyer if I had punched Judge Lance in the face.

I just don't want Jacob to get into any more trouble with David. I told Jacob that David is a bad person to be around, and Jacob agreed with me about David being a bad influence on him.

Jacob and Marlo have been hanging around together for a while, and Marlo even comes over sometimes to my house to help Jacob with his homework whenever Heather is unable to come.

Marlo has been doing a great job with Jacob, understanding Jacob's situation with his autism, and how Jacob can be a bit of a pain to deal with when it comes to throwing tantrums at people or even Marlo himself.