‘The nurse said it was a seizure. Do you remember anything else?’ ‘I remember what I was thinking,’ Shay said. ‘This was what it would feel like.’ ‘What?’ ‘Dying.’ I took a deep breath. ‘Remember when you were little, a kid – and you’d fall asleep in the car? And someone would carry you out and put you into bed, so that when you woke up in the morning, you knew automatically you were home again? That’s what I think it’s like to die.’ ‘That would be good,’ Shay said, his voice deeper, groggy. ‘It’ll be nice to know what home looks like.’
