PART FIVE

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Mirabella

— May 25th, 2023. Monte Carlo, Monaco.

My phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table - despite not remembering putting it there. I shot up from my pillow, the movement stunning my body, a soreness developing at the back of my head. Still, my phone rattled away. 











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𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 & 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢

Today 07:44 AM

carla
omg bella are you awake?

carla
bella wake up

carla
bella seriously wake up

carla
bella

carla
bella

carla
bella

# 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 07:49 𝘼𝙈

# 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 07:53 𝘼𝙈

# 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 07:59 𝘼𝙈











The words morphed into one another as I glared at the screen. Unable to think, I phoned her, met with nothing. Once more - nothing. I realised it was nearly four o'clock in the morning in Miami; of course she wouldn't be awake.

Then, it dawned on me why she had messaged me in the first place.

I had been tagged in various posts from various accounts, each with the same message, directing to a page from a small Formula 1 forum. As I waited for the page to load, I sat up steadily, the pang in my head only worsening.





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