Simon wasn’t a murderer. He was a kid who’d made a mistake. That was it. I told myself I believed it. I did believe it. I just couldn’t stop thinking about that bruise on the left side of Nina’s face. The thoughts rolled around and around in my head. Andy Fraser had said that if I’d spent more time with my son, none of this would have happened, but that was bullshit. No amount of parenting could prevent an accident. And that’s what this was. An accident. An accident. An accident.
