Never Again Your Passenger
Language: en
For eight years, Kellan tore up the asphalt, clawing his way from dusty local go-kart tracks to the glittering podium of the Apex Rally Championship. He became the living embodiment of speed, adrenaline, and reckless glory. And for eight years, I sat in the background, eating microwave ramen so he could afford new tires. On the night his funding completely dried up—the night he stood on a rooftop, dangerously close to the edge, ready to end it all—I sold the little bungalow my grandmother had left me. I took every cent I had in the world and poured it into his dying racing team. Once,…