Arthur’s POV
Getting a call from my father a night before a race was one thing I knew would always deter my mood. I tried my best to hide it and act like everything was fine, but fighting the internal turmoil while in a race was harder than I thought.
Just before the race began, I spotted Sierra. My eyes found her minutes after she sat, and I knew something was wrong. I tried to brush it off as not seeing her face properly and so there was nothing wrong, so I focused on the race.
Usually, I don’t go head first, but I needed to end the game quickly to get to Sierra. There was a chance she was fine, but having a thought that she wasn’t made me uneasy. Dexter overtook me, excited by the shock that ran through most of the crowd. His best doze in a race.
I didn’t expect him in the race, but
