Soren called me when he got off work, and warned me that things looked bad (I've asked him to call me every morning when he gets off; waking up and hearing his voice on the phone makes me feel better) -- which I had somehow expected. He came home, almost in tears.

I think I'm numb. I actually think the terror and despair have frozen me. Which is good, perhaps, because otherwise, I'd be in tears, too.