I look forward to coming home tomorrow, 5 o'clock sharp, and I want to read all about how you're either picking up your horse, or how handsome he is now that you have him back. Got it?
You just need this one judge to look at the facts today. To realize the injustices. To bang that gavel and bring home your boy. That is ALL. Every fact is on your side. You can do it.
I have faith in /you/, not so much the justice system... but YOU. As long as you don't roll over and die, as long as you fight the good fight for your big baby boy. There will always be hope and when you win, you will have a great story to tell. I hope you tell it and never stop telling it either. Hell, it'd make a fantastic book. All the frustration... the doubt everything is going to work out... then the edge of the seat moment and finally the massive wave of relief at seeing him come home... You'll have a wonderful victory... please...