« Have you seen Olivia??? » You send in the group chat you have with all the drivers.

It’s Monaco Grand Prix and it was one of the rare time you come to a race with your daughter. She don’t really have a dad, being the fruit of an agression.

But here you are, in Mercedes garage, tears staining your face as you can’t find Olivia.

«She can’t be far away. » George rassure you and rub your back comfortingly.