In Seattle, at approximately 2:55 a.m., nearly twenty years ago, when I was sixteen, I drove too fast into a four-way intersection while talking on my mobile phone, turned too wide on a left, rode up onto the sidewalk, and crashed into a pedestrian who’d been waiting for the light to change. She died instantly. Her name was Melissa and she was a member of the Spokane Tribe of Indians and had grown up on her tribe’s reservation in Eastern Washington and moved to Seattle for college but only made it through one semester before she dropped out.