Daytona was beautiful from where Andrea was sitting in one of the highest rows of the grand stand on the back side of the racetrack, far away from any and every one. Across from her, the crowds of fans watching in the main stands numbered in the thousands, but a week from that day, this place would be crammed full of screaming people of all ages in caps representing every driver and every team.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket a few times, so she knew she had at least a text or two, but she didn’t pull it out. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. From this height, she had a broad perspective not just of the track but of life. One of the things she loved about staying in hotels in upper rooms when she was traveling to promote or shoot a movie was the fact that a look out the window gave her a
