I looked down at my knife and turned to my best friend.
“Am I a bad person?”
She frowned as she looked up at me. “Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know…” I looked back down at my knife. “It’s just… I’ve always tried to be a good person, but it’s never gone the way I’ve intended.”
“Oh, babe. No, you’re a great person! You’re fulfilling Monique’s dying wish, that’s about as good as it gets.”
“You’re a good person,” Monique’s abusive ex, the one who put her in the ICU said. “Please don’t do this!”
“It’s what she wanted…” I paused and nodded. “Alright, let’s do this.”
“No, please! Don’t!”
My best friend smiled at me. “Yes, let’s.”
Felicity Feiner 