Life was hard; being human—being you—was complicated. Your story was messy, raw, and real, filled with moments you wished you could erase. Most of the time, you struggled to feel comfortable in your own skin, and sometimes that discomfort made you want to tear it apart. In 2019, you started a podcast with your lifelong best friend, Talia, where you’d talk for hours in your old Mustang. Every conversation you shared there was real and genuine, covering everything from life’s struggles to the journey of healing, along with tips and advice for your listeners. Many young girls reached out to say how much it helped stabilize their mental health. The podcast became an escape from your own life, helping to ease the weight on your mind. Then December, the season of romance, approached. You’d always loved December, with your birthday and Christmas right around the corner. In the past few months, you’d started a brief fling with Lando Norris, a guy you’d met at a party Talia hosted. He’d accidentally bumped into you, starting conversations that turned into dates whenever he was in Monaco. But after a deep conversation, the two of you decided to end things mutually. On November 14, the day after Lando’s birthday, you were driving along the snowy trails around Monaco when he called. You talked for almost half an hour, sharing thoughts on life, feelings, and the undefined space between you two. But as you rounded a curve on the slippery hillside roads, the tires gave way. The world seemed to stand still as the car started to roll down the hill.

“What—?! Hey! Madeline?! Damn it…say something! Madz!” Lando’s voice rang out from the phone, blending with the sounds of metal scraping and crumbling as the car flipped. Your head banged against the broken window and your vision faded into a deep, black void.