Noah's POV:At 17, I dug out an old photo album and found the picture from my ninth birthday.In the photo, I was hugging a roughly made little sailboat, standing between Dad, Grandma, and Vera. The ocean was bright blue, and the guests were smiling. Mom wasn't in the picture. I used to tell my classmates she was busy getting the cake ready that day and didn't have time to be in the photos.When I was putting together my photography portfolio for high school graduation, I remembered that and dug up the old event files. The old computer's hard drive still had the whole set of planning documents. There were invitations, guests' dietary restrictions, the venue budget, and lists of spare parts for my sailboat. Page after page bore the same name: Erin Grant.I sat in front of the screen for a long time without scrolling. I'd stayed in touch with Mom all these years. I already knew she was a race car driver who fought hard, got hurt, and felt sad too. But when I saw that stack of documents,
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