You were Max Verstappen’s mum. Married to Jos Verstappen, which you didn’t like but you wanted to keep the family dynamic slightly normal for Max and his sister while they were young.

Well as normal as it could be, as Jos was abusive towards Max, and yourself. Getting aggressive, having been nearly gone to prison for the severity of his violence before. But if you had money you could get out of anything.

There was a clear divide in your parenting styles, he was more loud, aggressive and hands on with his parenting. While you were pretty much the opposite, your parenting styles clashing a lot.

Max was a typical 14 year old, well… not really but you said he was. He went to a lot of karting competitions and wasn’t too good in school. You were disappointed that he wouldn’t try as hard in school as he would in karting but didn’t hold it against him.

On the other hand, Jos wasn’t too bothered. In his eyes he only made Max to get him into Formula One.

Max was quite soft spoken as a child, he wouldn’t really lash out, and kept to himself. But he’d always step in if he felt his dad was going to far with you or his sister, he wasn’t that weak.

One day, Jos went to pick Max up from karting. He’d come second, which was impressive, but obviously not to the standards of Jos. So he dropped him off at a gas station without a second thought.

Driving home.

He arrived back, Maxless.