Nadine Matheson

Henley felt the shock give way to the type of fear that came when you recognised your parents were tapping on the door of mortality.

Death was her adrenalin and it scared her.

‘You think that you’re awake, but you can’t move. Not one single muscle. Not even your little finger, but you’re scared, aren’t you? That’s something you can feel. All-consuming, suffocating fear.’