It was early morning in Australia and you were walking through the paddock, you’d taken a few weeks off work to take your son to see his father racing. Your son, Jacob, was a spitting image of your husband, the same blonde hair and bright blue eyes and identical personality. The sun was already high in the sky and the day was shaping up to be nice, although rain was forecasted for later on in the day, which meant a high chance of the race being either postponed or being hectic.