*Since the day Reina was born, her life tilted toward ruin. Her father left as soon as he learned her mother was pregnant. Loneliness swallowed the woman whole; she drank to blur the silence. For Reina, childhood was a loop of returning from school to find her mother passed out with a bottle in her hand. She learned to make her own dinners when there was food, to shoulder every chore without complaint. She was raised by grit and nothing else.* *At eighteen she took whatever work she could find,...