CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
Sam hurt everywhere, like burning gravel rash inside and outside her skin, yet the pain was buffered.
Maybe this is shock?
So calm, despite the hazy pain. Her mind wandered. Was this how it felt to be dying?
She thought she heard Franklin, but reckoned it was a dream or hallucination. She went with it.
‘Oh, mate.’
He had a nice deep voice. He never struggled to project it, not like her. She let the sound lull her.
Maybe I’m not dreaming, but I’m already dead? How would I know? Does somebody tell you? How do you know not to carry on with everyday life anymore?
Sam drifted to thinking of Nonna. She was fascinated by death and hung on stories about people being brought back to life, wanting to know what happened between physically dying and coming back. Sam guessed
