Middle and I spent much of the day together.
He was listening to the Boston police scanner, I was combing the internet and we were both reading Reddit.
It was so very emotional watching and waiting with the television news on too.
I went to the doctor in the middle of it all and the staff was glued to the tv there too.
Was the second Boston bomber alive? Where was he hiding? I'm sure everyone was thinking those same things - but I couldn't help thinking he was just a boy. 19. The same age as Youngest.
And he looks a bit like Youngest too, save for the curls.
Of course, the whole thing is terrible. Horrific.
We waited hours and hours.
Watching, listening, speculating.
Oldest and Middle met friends in town for drinks and I texted him whilst reading and watching on my own (the police scanner got shut down).
We learned the heart-wrenching story of Jeff Bauman identifying Suspect 2.
We learned about the MIT Policeman who was killed.
We pondered the possible outcomes - none of them seemed good.
Toward the end, Reddit and CNN closed up the time lapse.
Toward the end, while hundreds of Police officers had Suspect 2 cornered as he bled, I could only think of him as a boy. Middle had to remind me that he was a terrorist.
We shall not forget those who lost life or limb and can only hope it is over.