No Finish Line for Me

Synopsis

Three years after the cliff fall, I was running a small repair shop in a snowy northern town, dragging an amputated leg fitted with a prosthetic. I had changed my name, changed my phone number, even learned to lower my accent to match the locals. Everything tied to Estary racing had been cut off completely. They all thought I was dead. Dead from that retirement ceremony broadcast live across the entire internet. For three whole years, the black-and-white checkered flag in front of my empty tomb had never been taken down. Until that day, when the rolling shutter of my shop was suddenly forced open. A blast of wind and snow rushed in, and an old acquaintance stood at the doorway. He stared at me for a long time, his voice hoarse. "Lydia Weaver, you're still alive. Why didn't you come back? Do you know that Patrick Collier almost died at that cliff while looking for you?" Patrick was my ex-husband. And the man who personally destroyed my legs.