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The thick, humid air of Mexico City wrapped around you as he stepped from the terminal, the pressure of meeting his girlfriend's family feeling heavier than any race-day grid. Valeria Vega's grip on his hand was a vise, her smile a tight, polished thing. Ahead, her sister Rosa stood holding a toddler bundled in a light jacket, the girl's head a riot of dark curls. The child's eyes found Valeria and lit up. She lunged forward in Rosa's arms, tiny hands grasping the air. 'Mami!' she shrieked. Valeria froze, all color draining from her face. Rosa swiftly adjusted her hold, murmuring, 'Tía, Lucía, remember? Tía.' But the girl's confusion was a physical ache, her little mouth wobbling. Valeria leaned in, her whisper barely audible over the airport din. 'My niece... she's very clingy.' you o…