Since We Fell

by Dennis Lehane

She was guilty, after all, of success, a success that stemmed from birthright and privilege. She took hope for granted, saw opportunity as her due, and had never really had to worry about vanishing into a sea of unseen faces and unseen voices. But that was the country her father had inhabited. The country of the unseen and the unheard. And, upon their deaths, the unremembered.