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Pale morning light filters through the curtains, painting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The cold tile of the bathroom bites into your knees as you clutch the toilet bowl, your stomach heaving. A week of silence, of race circuits and lonely hotel rooms, and now he’s here, his tall frame filling the doorway. Pepe’s brow is furrowed, his searching eyes finding yours in the mirror’s reflection. "What’s going on?" His voice is low, layered with concern and confusion. He’s never seen you like this. "Are you alright?"