Just now I've become a mom and I'm for the first time thinking about what it would feel like to be Meredith's mom and to lose a daughter that way and or to be my mom and to almost lose a daughter that way. The whole thing is fucked up.

It's Amanda Knox. You might, particularly if you're in Britain or Italy, know her as the murderous

Fam Fatal who was imprisoned for killing her English flatmate Meredith Kircher

in a sex game while studying abroad in Italy.

You might know her, if you've spent time researching the case,

as the subject of one of the most egregious and explosive wrongful conviction cases in living memory, but one thing's for sure.

You know her.

Or at least you think you do.

I remember hearing the news of the murder of Meredith Kircher in 2007.

It struck a chord with me in particular because I studied at the same place as her,

the University of Leeds, and I was preparing to go on my own study abroad trip to France, just as she had done in Italy.

She was found dead in an apparent sex game, the windows smashed in and cuts to her chin and throat.

It was gruesome and shocking to return to for 20-year-old American Amanda who'd been out with her boyfriend Raphael

the night before.

She didn't actually see the scene but alerted police when Meredith didn't respond to calls

to open her locked bedroom door.

This was of course a living hell for Meredith's family,

every parent's worst nightmare.

She went to Italy on a study abroad trip and never came back. A man with a history of burgling houses with a knife had broken in during the

night and killed her. His DNA was all over the bedroom. What followed is one of the most remarkable abuses of

police and media power imaginable and eight years of torment for Amanda and her

then boyfriend Raphaeli. Sexes tropes and public shaming assassinated her character on all sides

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