There had never been any doubt in Jamie's mind that his father was innocent. Not only had his father loved Lena, but he'd never even spanked Jamie growing up. Jamie knew it, he knew it with absolute certainty. He just didn't have any proof.
If he could have, he would have tried to get out to see his dad more than once every two weeks, but things usually couldn't be helped. He'd just started his new job, and life kept throwing things at him, and the days just seemed to...slip away sometimes.
But he was here today, and went through the usual security procedures, obtaining a visitor's badge and following the guard to the visitation room. The manacles and black eye lowered his mood another few notches, and that was compounded by the fact that his dad always looked too thin.
"Hey, Dad," he said, hugging him, the way he did at the start and end of every visit. "How are you feeling today?"