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Finding Her Wings
“I heard that you’re a death doula. Would you be able to help me kill myself?” she asked with the sort of casual British politeness expected of a question about going to tea or a comment about the weather. I wish I could say I was completely prepared for the question, but I wasn’t. This was, after all, my first evening as Sophie’s* overnight care provider. I doubt she noticed though, because I only missed half a beat before responding, “I think I might face some consequences


