Luca POV
The first practice session should have been simple.
The track was dry. The car had tested well the previous evening, and the engineers had already adjusted the setup after reviewing the simulator data. I knew every corner. I knew where the surface changed near the final sector and where the wind usually pushed the rear of the car wide.
None of that mattered once I entered the cockpit.
My mind was not at the track.
It was at home with children who still asked when Riley was coming back.
It was inside the conference room where sponsors threatened to leave after the statement.
It was outside the Harris house, where Riley had looked at me with tears in her eyes and still said no.
The engine started beneath me.
I tightened my hands around the steering wheel.
“Radio check,” my
