40 Sunday 5 August, 10.55am.
‘How long was he sentenced for?’ Brian asks.
‘Eighteen years.’
‘And this was, when?’
‘2001. September. During the World Trade Center attacks.’
Brian nods slowly. ‘Likelihood is he’ll have been out a while already. Years. If this was a revenge situation, one would expect him to have acted sooner. Did the police not tell you he’d been released? Usually they inform witnesses as part of their duty of care.’
‘No. I didn’t need to testify in court, and to be honest I didn’t want to hear any more about it. I’ve put it completely behind me, wiped it out of my mind almost. It’s not a time in my life I wanted to go back to.’
‘I understand,’ Brian says. ‘And what about your husband? Did you ever tell him about it?’
‘No,’ I say. ‘Well, not in that amount of detail.
