As the car made its way back to Makhariv, Olena sat quietly scrolling through the gruesome images. Then she began to cry. "My soul aches, not just for my husband, for all these people," she said. After a while, she tried not to look at the photographs and only scan the text for anything that could match Valeriy. Eventually she gave up. "That"s as much as I can take for now," she said.