The world had stopped for both of them - just in different ways. Oscar Piastri lay in a hospital bed, ribs aching, silence louder than any engine he'd ever known. Next door, Alara Finch held her newborn son against her chest, whispering promises she wasn't sure she could keep. Between them, only a thin wall. And the sound that would change everything - a baby's first cry, slicing through the quiet, finding him when he thought he'd been lost for good.