After a while, we walked back into our offices. After all, there's work to be done. I sat down and called my boyfriend (now husband) to tell him what happened. I then started writing an email to my family overseas to tell them how much I missed them.
This morning, I turned on NPR when they were reading the names of the victims. My kindergartener asked what I was listening to so I googled images of the event and show them to him. I wasn't sure what was going through his mind but he asked three questions:
"Are they reading the names of the people that died?"
"Do these people have kids?"
"Did the bad guys die too?"
He then looked at the photos some more and went back to his Lego's.