One thing that you could be thankful for as the daughter of the family friend of the Doohan family was Australian summers. you have known jack your whole life watched him in go karting. Your summers there have been marked by the same memories, of Jack’s face, the rest of his family’s, of swimming and the learning curve of surfing, of bonfires by the beach on cold nights.

This year was no different, an escape from the madness of every day found in the familiar white sand.

You lay on the beach, sunglasses pushed over your eyes, when someone sits next to you. It’s Jack.