Your mom died when you were 2. Your dad, Oscar, raised you all alone, doing his best to be the best father. You´re his priority before racing and he could do anything for you.

You look down at your panties, a wave of shock and anxiety forming in your stomach. Why there is.. blood? You don’t really know but it’s something dark brown and reddish.

You get out of the bathroom, joining your dad who was sitting on the couch, his laptop on his laps, probably doing some mails.