WHEN she goes into town she can feel the judgment directed at her. She would never have intentionally hurt the love of her life, she insists – and she didn’t want his life to end.
“People think I’m a murderer,” says Megen Kloppers at her home in Brits in North West. “When I go shopping in town I can feel people staring at me. I just wish they could realise it was a freak accident.”
The freak accident Megen (25) is referring to is on constant replay in her mind. She won’t easily forget the moment she heard her husband’s last words to her: “Oh no, my love, you shot me.”
She’d meant to shoot a porcupine when
