Michelle Ryan

By the end of Daddy's trial, if you wanted to throw a pin into the room, you wouldn't actually be able to.

It was jointed.

It was actually jointed.

And I was there, is this normal?

Is this the norm?

People were bringing their own chairs to sit into the back of courtroom number 13.

It was extremely difficult.

Every day had thrown up something new that was like a hard pill to swallow.

It was never the same thing day in and day out.

Every day it was something new that we had to try and process in our own minds before the next day kicked off.

It was mental torture, actually, to be honest with you.

And that went on for weeks.

Well, I mean, it doesn't really have an effect on me.

I did sign up for it before I even left the court the day he was found guilty.

It's just a kind of like, I know he knows that we say if he has a medical appointment or a dentist appointment or whatever, or if he's getting moved out of the prison or whatever, for whatever reason, that I know he knows I get the email.

Does he care about that?

I don't know.

Do I care that he knows?

Absolutely not.

That man has laid a burden inside our minds for far too long and he's going to continue to do so.