““I had a dream where Cal told me he could see the world from above,’ I tell Henry. ‘He said the seconds were pouring off people, tiny glowing dots pouring from their skins, only no one could see them.’ ‘Beautiful dream,’ Henry says. ‘Is it? Wouldn’t it be better if the seconds were adding up? Do we have a set amount of seconds to live when we’re born or an unknowable number?’ ‘An unknowable number,’ Henry says. ‘How do you know?’ ‘I don’t. I believe.’ He rolls over and looks at me. ‘I believe I am adding up to something.””
