I’d spent 16 years imagining an evil monster. Would restorative justice bring me closure?
Shortly after celebrating my 30th birthday in 1998, I was driving through Cumbria when I got a call from my father. “Simon’s been murdered – you need to come home.”
Simon was my identical twin brother. It’s hard to describe what happened next. We knew very little, other than the fact that Simon had been beaten up and drowned, and that the police were conducting a murder investigation.