The police arrived in the form of two uniformed cops, a young guy, and a woman in her forties. The woman was our luck, without her around, the other officer, who didn’t seem old enough to carry a weapon, might not have known what to do. She took our statements without interrupting. She wrote down our names and details. She asked if I had taken any photos or videos with my phone to which I contritely shook my head. A warm smile illuminated her face.
“Don’t worry, hon. In situations like these, we’re lucky if we remember how to breathe in and out is what I always say.” She also told me that I did the right thing, but that it nonetheless could have ended quite differently. “The only reason why being stabbed is not the number one cause of death in Alaska is because of those goddamn tourists h
