Lando's POV

I’m sitting in my car, engine off, hands gripping the wheel. I could’ve just gone inside, but instead, I’m still here, staring into nothing, lost in my thoughts. The same damn thoughts that keep looping in my head, the ones that won’t shut up. Cclose my eyes, to tell myself there’s nothing to worry about, nothing to question. But the truth is, I question everything.

I should trust her. It’s her, for fuck’s sake. She’s never given me a reason to doubt her. But how can I trust her if I don’t even trust myself? Because I know how this shit works. I know how it goes. Even the most loyal girls can be tempted. Even the ones who swear it’s only you…

"What if she meets a bigger driver when she's at a grand prix?"

What if she meets someone else? Someone bigger, someone better? A guy backstage, a guy who sells dreams, who has the confidence, the charm, the… whatever the hell I don’t have?

F@ck.

I pull out my phone, the screen lights up. Her name, right there at the top of our last conversation. Unread. Another message I left sitting there, because life moves too fast, because I’m always somewhere else, because…

I exhale, unlock my phone. I’m going inside. I’m going to see her. I'm in front of her house.

And this time, I won’t run. I ring and wait.