May 2nd 1994 the day after Ayrton Senna died it felt like the world was standing still. Kenzie Prost was in bed with her husband Alain Prost both taking the death of their friend hard. She had just woken up looking at her husband who looked like he had aged 20 years then again she probably didn't look much better thankfully their kids were still asleep and hadn't crawled into bed with them last night. She laid there looking at her husband her chest hurting she knew Ayrton dying was hitting him hard they were best friends hell they were practically brothers Ayrton was the best man at their wedding was an uncle to their kids hell one of their son's many middle names is Ayrton. Part of her never wanted to race again after what happened yesterday the sad reality of racing hitting her. She still raced unlike her husband who stopped the year before in 1993. Alain slowly woke up seeing his wife staring at him he pulled her closer burying his head into her neck she played with his shaggy curls Alain: morning my love he mumbled pausing do we have to get up today? he asked his thick French accent coming out