He's had to tell the story a lot and it kind of wears him out some, but he told it to the detective today and things went okay. I think I'm the worse for wear because of all my issues both as an insecure parent and a survivor. I'm getting our insurance in order, so I can get him set up into counseling. I may just start with having him talk to our new pastor.

Right now, we're taking things, one day at a time because there is only that. We're just living moment to moment.

My arm is healing and hurting, much like my son and my heart.

It's all just process.

The detective said something like,"He hasn't lost his innocence. Just next time, he'll be more alert and more wary."

God, I hope so.