EPILOGUE | Ellie
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Three days later...
There’s an energy to Grand Prix day. I always feel like the air is humming and my skin is charged. I’m sure it’s just me being overly excited, but I love the feeling. It propels me through the day—even though that day starts at five in the morning because Beckon needs to be walked to stretch her legs and then fed breakfast and then walked again.
Holly shows up a little after eight and because she is the world’s most amazing best friend, she also brings coffee. “Oh my God,” she says, “if you could see your face right now. Settle down, tiger. The coffee isn’t going anywhere and neither am I.” She passes me the cup and I take a long swallow. “I’m not even sure I should be giving you this stuff. You already look wired for sound.”
I grin. “Gran
