At the last minute, Zoë decided to call off her euthanasia. But how do you start over after you’ve said all of your goodbyes?
It was a sunny summer morning when Zoë opened the countdown calendar on her phone. There it was: zero days, seven hours.
Another seven hours. That’s the downside of desperately wanting something: the wait seems to take for ever. To kill some time, she went for a stroll along the canals of Leiden. This will be my last time here, she thought to herself. She sauntered past an organic chip shop, a restaurant and the cafe terrace where she’d had the occasional G&T over the previous few weeks.
