From Chapter Two: Daniel’s Journey.
The first seizure happened Tuesday morning. There was nothing to warn her. No fever. No strange behaviour. The normal feeding routine in a normal kitchen on a normal day.1My sister was holding the spoon when his body became rigid. His eyes rolled back, and his limbs locked in a position that looked painful and wrong. The spoon clattered to the floor. That sound, loud and metallic against the tiles, became the marker in her memory for when everything changed.