Three months later.Alone, with my new helmet, I came to the starting line of the Isle of Man TT.Without a flicker of hesitation, I hit the gas.The wind screamed past my ears, the raw speed driving my adrenaline straight up.This course I'd once held as both faith and wound, I finally conquered it, on my own.I pulled to a clean stop at the finish line, lifted my helmet, and met the biting sea wind.It turned out that even without the person who'd sworn to ride beside me, the view here still set my blood roaring.My phone buzzed. It was Hunter Holt."How's the wind?"I smiled."Strong. But free."He replied fast."Next time, together."I sat on the bike, looking at the words on the screen, and didn't answer right away.I opened social media and posted a solo shot a staff member had taken for me.In the photo, I held my helmet, standing under the finish-line marker, my eyes proud and certain.The caption was one word."Apex."It had barely posted when Sophie liked it instantly."My qu
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