Idlewild, by Nick Sagan

Yes, he's the son of that famous astronomer. A decent book, a bit disjoint, and while it has a few interesting idea, is a bit staid. An obvious first novel.

They're gone now, off chasing a better tomorrow. I told them I wouldn't actively oppose them. It's a truce.

I'm alone with my thoughts.

I said I had nothing left... but that's not true.

Even with a shattered memory, I still have hindsight. With perfect clarity, I can see what made me the way I am. I can't see forward, but I can see the path back.