Chapter 4

Engines roared around me as the final race reached its climax. Gregory Carter and I were neck and neck, our cars barely inches apart. The pain in my wrist was relentless, each turn a stark reminder of my struggle. The medicine from Louis Torres was nothing more than a sugar pill—a placebo pushed by Gregory's orders.

As I neared a corner, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw Rosemary Butler's pink car accelerating recklessly. Instinctively, I knew something was off. Her aim wasn’t to overtake but to smash into Gregory.

Time seemed to slow, each second dragging as countless…