Chapter 124 Think It Through

The racetrack lay empty. It was silent except for Hansel. One hand pressed against his aching chest, he stared at the mangled wreck of steel, his eyes dark and cold. Nancy Sullivan. Always Nancy. What gave her the right? That angle she took at the curve, that move. It was too familiar. Like the shadow of a memory buried deep in his mind. It was Y. It was impossible. The thought surfaced, and he crushed it immediately. Nancy couldn't be Y. She had trailed behind him for five years, obedient, cautious, hardly daring to raise her voice. How could she possibly be that fearless legend on the track, blazing with brilliance and arrogance? It had to be Sebastian. Sebastian must have found the best coaches, poured in the best resources, and sculpted her into what she was now. Yes. That had to be it. Everything she had came from Sebastian. The bitterness burned so hot in his chest that it threatened to consume him. … Downtown, in a refined restaurant, Nancy sat listlessly stirring