Anna Spargo-Ryan

“The tree is an acacia, though the boy will never know it. He pulls himself through the winter evening, across the still river and into Bundey’s Paddock. Chasing a hornet, or a butterfly. Kicking a stick along the grass. It is the movement he notices …”

With the discovery that she and her family are predisposed to a rare and deadly heart condition, the author knows what to do – get on to Google and terrify herself.