Every night was the same at the cantina: work, deal with drunken patrons, ignore the pain in her legs, go home. The day-in, day-out boredom was not something Felina had imagined when she left home, but between the indentured servitude she owed Rosa and the alternative, she guessed she really had it okay.

Tonight, however, promised to be different. Felina had received a call that morning from her brother and at any moment expected him to walk through the doo. . .

Every night was the same at the cantina: work, deal with drunken patrons, ignore the pain in her legs, go home. The day-in, day-out boredom was not something Felina had imagined when she left home, but between the indentured servitude she owed Rosa and the alternative, she guessed she really had it okay.

Tonight, however, promised to be different. Felina had received a call that morning from her brother and at any moment expected him to walk through the doo. . .