You had always felt like you were drifting. From a young age, you’d tried everything: baking, dancing, arranging flowers—you even tried to settle into school. But nothing ever stuck. Beneath it all, you were diagnosed with type one diabetes. A small plastic device on your upper arm was always on guard, connected to an app on your phone that would beep when your blood sugar was low. It reminded you to take a juice or some candy, or else you could faint. Once you decided to just live your life, you traveled around the world alongside your father, who was the team principal of Ferrari’s F1 team. You got along with many of the drivers on the grid, but a driver in particular got through to you—McLaren’s Lando Norris. He was everything you didn’t know you were looking for: funny, grounded, and driven in a way you admired but didn’t quite understand. He also had the app to keep track of your blood sugar levels, so he’d know if the love of his life was safe. Your relationship lasted almost a year before it broke down—you both wanted different things. He wanted to settle down with you, but you wanted to live your best young life. It was the race in Texas, and your phone was dead, so you didn’t get the low blood sugar warning. You felt your head spinning, until a hand gently grabbed your arm.

“God, Madz… I couldn’t find you. I got the warning, and it kept getting louder. Here…drink” Lando said softly, rushing as he handed you a juice.