A call from his friend came through almost immediately.
"Anna, Luka's going racing. Are you really not going to stop him?"
That mountain road was notoriously dangerous—steep slopes, sharp hairpin turns. Many drivers had crashed there, and street racing had long been banned. Yet plenty of racers still gathered for the thrill.
Ever since Luka's heart surgery, his doctor had strictly forbidden him from any high-adrenaline activity like racing. But Luka was born chasing excitement. Over the three years they were together, he'd snuck out to race several times, and Anna had always risked everything to stop him. Every time he saw her tear-streaked face, he'd sigh helplessly and brush away her tears with his fingertips.
"Fine, fine, I won't race. I owe you this. I know you worry about me. How
