Read the emails. All the emails. The ones explaining in clear terms what had been calculated. The kind ones warning us of what we'd read tomorrow morning. They helped. I read them. I couldn't comprehend.
I talked to my other half. He didn't understand, but in the process of talking, I slowly did.
Then I read The Guardian and I wished to go back to this mornings oblivion.
There is nothing I can write here. Nothing I can say. Not because I'm self censoring because I think everyone knows whose side I am on and whose I am not, but simply that there are no words to describe the sheer enormity of those numbers and statistics.
I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that I believe they do all the talking for me.