These poor people. These poor children. It’s Christmas, come see your father on death row. These poor women. God, what a life. Jarvis interrupted my thoughts. “Man,” he said, “are you seeing this?” He was scanning the room, too. “Look at these beautiful people. This room is filled with so much love today.” I looked from cage to cage again, and saw what he saw. Where I saw sadness, pain, and regret, Jarvis saw light and joy and love.
