They walked to the far end of the paddock.Not by agreement, not with a destination discussed, just the natural movement of two people who needed to be somewhere quieter than where they had been and who both understood that quieter was what the conversation required. The paddock thinned at the far end, the team garages giving way to the service corridor where the noise became background rather than immediate, and they stopped there without discussing the stopping and stood with the Silverstone afternoon on one side and the conversation on the other.She spoke first."The diagnosis," she said. "When it came. I was alone in that office and I drove home alone and I sat with it alone because I didn't have — " she stopped, finding the specific word rather than the approximate one. "I didn't have anyone I trusted with the full version of myself anymore. That was what your distance had produced. By the time the worst thing that had ever happened to me h
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