Victoria Ramsey, the daughter of 5-time world champion, Adam Ramsey is following up the steps of the legendary driver of the sport and become a world champion one day. After encountering massive rivalries and challenges, it was certain that she will...
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The city is a living machine spread over once green land like a microchip grossly enlarged. The roads run in their predictable grid pattern and the lights of the stores, restaurants and places of vice shine neon into the night. Everything is out there from homely organic granola to girls that will make you pray in entirely new ways. That's what the metropolis is, the ultimate choice in how you want to live your life.
The month-long break sees Adam and Sara travelling to the concrete-jungle, in search for a long lost friend of theirs.
"I was picturing Monaco, or somewhere in Europe." Adam initially guessed, having no clue that America was in Elena's mind when it comes to 'starting a new life'.
"125 Court Street, this has to be it," Adam looked up to the building. It looked like every other apartment along the street. Nothing too suspicious. The duo ended up right in front of the door.
"23 years, Sara. 23 years ago was the last time we saw her," Adam reminded as he rang the doorbell of the apartment. The doorbell had a strangled sound, as though its battery was somewhat drained.
The door was swiftly swung open and who stood behind the door was totally not who Sara and Adam were expecting. She seemed to be around Vicki's age, maybe slightly younger. There was a steadiness to her as if all the storms in the world were a whispering breeze if she was there.
"Um... Can I help you?" She uttered.
The girl had a voice that was like music under a summer breeze, almost lost against the noise of the Monday morning traffic. Yet somehow it took hold of Sara, making her want to listen all the more.
"Hi, dear. Is Elena home?" Sara introduced.
"Elena? Um... I'm afraid you've got the wrong address..."
Adam and Sara were surprised for a second, before they remembered that in the letter she left, Elena had admitted that it wasn't her real name.
Adam paused for a moment, unsure of what to do next, when a voice came out from inside the house.
"It's alright sweetheart, they're looking for me..."
"Mom? You sure?"
"I think you've got my name wrong..." She said with a sly smile. "I'm Ella, Ella O'Brien." She was casual but smartly dressed in jeans, a hipster jacket and a neck scarf. Her face was made up, but not overdone and her long fiery red hair was pulled back into a pony-tail.
"Long time..." She said.
"Indeed," Adam replied.
"So, you're a mother now..."
"Yeah...lots of things happened through the years. I got married... Jeffrey O'Brien, works on cars just down the block," Ella chatted, sipping on her cup of coffee.
