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Somehow Zoe had survived the two days leading up to The Dakar.
Now she lay face down, alone on her hotel room bed, and didn’t know if she could make it to the starting line.
Sitting at home on her social media feed had kept everything at arm’s-length. She put on a show and the fans gave her their love. She never held real-life fan events of any sort. Her need to keep the two worlds of her life completely separate in real life and internally was absolute. Now the blurring of those lines was letting the darkness she kept locked in her past slide to the fore at unexpected moments. Fighting to keep that back was even more exhausting than the constant pressure of the pre-race social obligations.
Between Christian’s post from Senegal and now Liesl Franks’ stories, her life was rapidly spi
