Armando stood with me in the Kansas City International Airport as we waited for Camila to walk down the ramp toward baggage claim. I was practically bouncing with excitement to see my sister. It had been over two months since my wedding, and Camila would be starting classes the beginning of September. Her visit would only be for a few days, and I couldn't wait.
As strangers passed by, I was self-conscious of the holster beneath my long skirt. I'd spent hours practicing removing the blade from the holster. Dario wanted me to wear the protection whenever I was away from the apartment. At first, I wore only the holster, trying to get used to the way it felt around my thigh. This was only the second week I'd actually inserted the five-inch blade into the sheath. Each step I took, the handle n
