I am left with the sense that in many ways Nicholson\u2019s own life stopped that day. Faith, career and marriage all ended soon afterwards and for years after the bombings she would take the train from Bristol to London, travel to Edgware Road Tube station and stare into the tunnel where her daughter died.<\/p>\n
She says she will never forgive Mohammad Sidique Khan, her daughter\u2019s killer. How does she feel when she sees a picture of him today?<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a moment in the film when Emily Watson, as me, throws a bottle of wine at the television screen when his face appears on it. I feel that I could still throw that wine.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
Early in our conversation, while discussing her writing and what it has brought her, I clumsily use the word \u201ccatharsis\u201d\u009d. Nicholson interrupts: \u201cI wouldn\u2019t call it that. After catharsis there is a sense of renewal and I don\u2019t feel renewed. I\u2019m still grieving deeply. I will be until I take my last breath.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n