The Judge tells the defence that they can cross-examine and I almost panic. I'm convinced that my face gives away just how scared I am.

If I thought it was difficult answering the prosecutor's questions, I had no idea how bad it was about to get. The defence barrister is not so kind.

DS Kentley had warned me what he'd try to do. She'd told me that he'd try to trip me up, push my buttons. But nothing could have prepared me for quite how awful he is. The prosecutor watches out ...