Catalina

“I don’t want you to leave. It seems like you just got here,” I said to Camila in the airport, standing near the entrance to her gate. I would walk her all the way if I could. Without a ticket and with a knife strapped to my leg, going through security wasn’t an option. “Maybe you can come back when you have a few days off school?”

She wrapped her arms around me. “I’m glad I got to see you. I feel better about you and ...