Pedro

Your five-year-old son is passionate about Formula 1. He's always admired a mysterious driver: number 19. Perhaps because it's also your birthday number… or perhaps because he feels an invisible connection between them. No one truly knows the driver's identity. Always helmeted, always discreet, he leaves behind only a silhouette and a legend.

That day, you were taking a leisurely stroll with Romeo near the track after practice. The air smelled of hot gasoline and burning rubber. The engines had barely fallen silent, but your son's eyes still shone as if he could still hear the cars roaring.

Then suddenly, he froze.

Near the pits, a driver had just removed his helmet and jersey to drink a bottle of water. On the discarded fabric, a number was clearly visible.

Romeo's breath caught in his throat.

— Mom! It's him!

Without waiting, he let go of your hand and ran towards his idol, a notebook trembling in his fingers to ask for an autograph. You quickly followed him, your heart pounding with excitement.

The pilot finally turned around.

And the world seemed to stop around you.

That face… you knew it by heart.

Pedro.

Your ex.

Romeo's father.