(SASHA)
We each wear a dark hoodie, and the largest sunglasses we own. I leave the sharp paring knife I took with me from the breakfast
buffet in the hotel room. Despite my best efforts at finding a way, I just don't think there's any way to get it into the Square—which is comforting in its own way, because if I can't bring in a weapon, neither can anyone else.
Besides, I don't need a weapon to protect Tyler . I have killed to protect him before with my bare hands.
I'd just rather not kill someone on livestream to millions of people worldwide.
The best thing to do would be to split up as we go through security, but I don't want Tyler out of my sight or reach any longer than need be.
I do let a small group of excited French tourists enter the line ahead of me, and behind Tyler . I try to make it look like I'm with them by engaging in conversation, although my French is poor, and their Italian is not much better, and I claim ignorance of English altogether.
