Friends came over to help clean up.  Younger Boy had made some calls while I was talking to the sheriff's department.

I couldn't look at anything they were cleaning up.  I just wanted it gone.  Out of our house so it wouldn't be a continual reminder of the rage that is inside my son.

Younger Boy has already dissociated from the entire thing.  He is being silly and pretending things are fine.

Before the sheriff took Middle Boy away I was able to talk to him.  He was angry at me, but at the same time didn't know what to say.  The sheriff interpreted it as spiteful.  I know Middle Boy.  I know that it was scared.

This is not going to be easy to clean up physically or emotionally.  Lots of hurts.  Lots of damage.  Lots more brokenness.