My dearest, dear, Becky.
When we didn’t heard from you after the Friday of the trial, I got afraid that the trial didn't went as you (and we all) hoped for. It sadden me that courage, hope, believe, love and prays are not always enough to turn things to the better. How stupid and unbelievable it is that people can be forced to something, where they are not part of, they don't believe in, they don't stand behind, which is completely something beyond themselves. But despite the bad news, I am glad to hear of you.
I know you are strong and brave and you will get through this horrible time. You will survive this, Becky. And never forget we are with you with our thought and we carry you in our hearts. There wasn't a day that I didn't thought of you and hoped you would soon return home. And this won't change. Take good care, Becky. One day this is all in the past.