Nico
Today was race day, but I barely caught a wink of sleep because I was busy putting my Plan B into action.
I had spent the entire night pacing around my room, thinking about exactly what to do to twist the knife a little deeper for my grandfather.
When I finally got the answer to that, everything else just clicked. By the time I walked into the paddock the next morning, the exhaustion did not even matter.
I walked toward the garage with a genuine smile on my face, completely unbothered by the suffocating tension in the air.
The Jeddah Corniche Circuit was absolutely buzzing. The lights were blazing down on the tarmac, casting sharp dramatic shadows beneath the chassis of the cars lined up on the grid.
The roar of the crowd in the grandstands was so loud that I could feel it vibrating right inside my chest.
