“I almost died!” Hudson squeals with a dramatic flair that only pre-teen girls are capable of. She flops herself across the grey ottoman in the sunshine-filled living room, her dark brown ponytail makes an arch as it whizzes through the air before she lands with a soft thud. She’s doing a theatrical retelling of the afternoon run she embarked on with her mother the previous day through their neighbourhood. The belly flop into the cushions mirrors her throwing herself ...
