We had been together for years before we finally got married. I was always proud of you, constantly talking and bragging about you to anyone who would listen. I loved you deeply, you were my partner, and all I wanted was to make you happy.

This weekend was my home race, and you told me you wanted to be there for me, to support me as always.

When we entered the garage together, you stepped away for a moment to grab some water from the back near my driver’s room. When you returned, you saw me chatting with Erin, a girl from the team dressed in her Mercedes uniform. She was talking animatedly, her hands brushing against my arms. Erin had always been a little too friendly, and it was no secret she was jealous of the other women on the team who spoke to me.

If anyone asked her name, she would jokingly call herself "George’s work wife." It was obvious to everyone, including you, that she had a crush on me.