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Ramirez Gonzales. Me? A man who doesn’t care about his own family? Is that what she thinks of me? Isn’t it because of my family that I’ve thrown myself into this hell, that I’ve clawed my way through dirt and blood to find the one responsible for breaking us apart? After my father’s death, after that bullet tore through his skull, I stepped up. I stepped up, a boy with no choice but to be a man. I remember it like it was yesterday, every time I came home, all I found was mourning. My mother was broken, searching for the ghost who made her a widow. She wasn’t just mourning her husband. She was searching for someone to blame, for someone to answer for her suffering. And me? I was drowning. Drowning in nightmares that pulled me back to that moment. No one understands what that does to a