I helped her die. It’s not the same thing. But yes, it was a crime. It may even have been a sin—the church would certainly say so—but when you’re forced to watch someone you love being devoured cell by cell, you don’t give a damn about sin. Because deep down you know the real sin is to let the suffering continue when it’s in your power to end it. I spared her a few days of agony, a week at most. If I go to hell for that, so be it.
