Isabella’s POV
I could hardly breathe. Each second felt like an eternity as I clenched my teeth, silently praying for the team to call our drivers to the pit for tire changes before they fell to the back of the pack.
The tension was almost unbearable, a living, breathing entity that filled the room with its oppressive weight.
Then, as if on cue, the sky opened up and unleashed a torrential downpour. The rain roared down on the track, transforming it into a treacherous obstacle course. No one had anticipated such a sudden and violent rainfall.
The commentator’s urgent voice sliced through the din, “Red flag, red flag!” A red flag meant a serious accident had occurred on the track. The live broadcast cut to the scene, showing two lead cars tangled in a high-speed collision, skidding out
