Luis shrugged his shoulders. "My hometown... it is the kind of place you would enjoy if you were very simplistic, eighty years old, incredibly religious, or possibly already dead. It was quiet and peaceful. Maybe 300 people, at the most."

He had a long sip of his drink and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "I don't remember them much, but my grandfather always told me my parents were vibrant people, they liked to travel and party. I guess that life appealed to them more than raising a child. Though I can't say I especially blame them. Pueblo can suck the life out of you after a while."