A wave of dizziness – anxiety, the doctor said – washed over her and she put her hand out, steadying herself against the counter. Her pass had led to [she] her and Jeff being given one of the first new houses, the ones for the supposedly privileged, and the first targeted by the rioters. She bit down, forcing her tears back; it wasn’t like she was the only one mourning someone. In fact, it was both the biggest blessing and hardest thing to bear in New Belfast, that everyone understood how hard life was and exuded the same collective grief.