Felicity learned how to count time in races. In airports and late-night calls. In crosses on a calendar and the promise of circle days. In the quiet that settles after engines fade, and the noise that returns when the world asks for Lando again. This is a story about loving someone whose life is always in motion. About raising a three-year-old who learns the names of far-away places before she learns how to spell them. About choosing privacy in a loud world, and slowly, carefully, stepping back into it. It's about the waiting. The homecomings. The small, brave conversations that shape a family. And the kind of love that learns to survive the distance-one sleep at a time.