Then, she says, “Carrick will be fine today. But today is just a weird day for me, is all. “But it doesn’t mean that he’s destined for the same fate.” Everything about Carrick-from the early rise to Formula One to his recklessness and easy attitude to the way he drives…there’s a hell of a lot about Carrick that’s similar to my dad.” And that’s what everyone says about Carrick. Besides the whoring around-well, my dad was a bit of a one before he met my mum-Carrick is everything he was. “I understand, considering what happened with your dad…but Carrick isn’t your dad, Andi.” “When you see your dad die on the track and then watch your mother go through the pain of losing him…” I turn my head and look at her. “Gotta say, you make a whole lot more sense to me now-with the whole not-dating-drivers thing.” “I appreciate it.” I smile softly at her. Anything you tell me stays here.” Pressing her lips together, she does the lock-and-throw-away-the-key action over her mouth “Petra, here, only my Uncle John knows that William is my dad, and I want it to stay that way.” “I just didn’t want people to know and think that Uncle John gave me the job because of who my dad is, so I kept it to myself.” Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? I can’t imagine what you’ve been going through being here, especially with today being race day, and having to deal with all the Carrick and Sienna crap.”
I can feel tears pooling in my eyes, so I suck in a breath, keeping them at bay.
“Yes.” I lie back, staring at the ceiling.
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