The murder trial was when I realized the depth of what Simon had to live with.
All the pieces gradually started to come together in court. The elderly couple who lived next door had told the police that they often heard Caroline shouting and that sometimes it sounded like things were being thrown, but they said they never heard Simon raise his voice or argue back. I had only seen marks on his face twice, but looking back, in the summer of 2003, I had gone to their flat when a neighbor pointed to some blood on the floor outside Simon and Caroline's front door.
No one thinks that these details will stay in your mind for years and years, but the pathologist said that the knife had gone between his ribs, through his heart and pierced his liver. How can somebody do that? I don't do this anymore, but for a long time I would hold a knife and think: how could anyone do that?