Christian had been searching for her for three full months. Hazel had vanished without a trace.
The sprawling villa now stood hollow and empty, its silence echoing through every room.
Alone at home, Christian ran his fingertips gingerly over the racing equipment Hazel had left behind.
As if by doing so, he could still feel the lingering warmth of her presence, pretending she hadn't gone.
He'd never understood why Hazel was so obsessed with racing.
Was it the pursuit of ultimate freedom, or something else?
She used to chide him for being emotionally dense, calling him nothing but a "cold, clinical doctor who only knows how to treat symptoms."
Now, Christian was desperate to understand her world.
He seized her helmet and rushed to the racing club she'd frequented.
His arrival drew s
