Guess Again

Author's Note: I'm going to just mention that I'm almost cried while writing this chapter because it's about grief and losing someone very close to you. You have been warned. 

In Singapore, Max climbed out of his car. He had just come out on top, winning the race. He smiled big underneath his helmet, but then he looked to the paddock, with no Morgan sitting there. Feeling a little deflated, he climbed off and took off his helmet and balaclava.

"Great race today," Christian Horner said, giving Max a thumbs up. Max nodded his confirmation.

After the race, Max headed back to his hotel, not really feeling like celebrating, so he sat in the lobby, scrolling.

"Max!" Alexandra and Charles came walking over, and Alexandra showed another instagram post from Morgan.

Morgan was wearing an emerald gown with silver jewelry, her eyes looking directly down the camera. The caption this time was: got this target right here on my back, they're aiming where I was, not where I'm at

Max recognized the lyrics from Morgan's song recommendations during summer break.

"She's got a flair for the dramatic," Max remarked with a bitter laugh as he handed Alex's phone back to her.

"She certainly does," Alex replied, "are you coming to the club with us?"

"I'll pass, not really feeling it tonight," Max replied.

"Really?" Charles asked. He had known Max to always be up for drinking and partying.

"I know, it's not normal," Max replied, "but my mind is in other places."

"New York?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Max replied.

"Oh, our ride is here," Alexandra said, and walked away with Charles, leaving Max alone again.

Max sat in his hotel room, the TV on as background noise while he scrolled through instagram. Out of curiosity, he typed Morgan's name into his search bar. She had posted more than what Alex had shown him, so he scrolled through. Then he saw Morgan had posted on her story, so he clicked on it.

It was a casual photo of an iced coffee and the corner of Morgan's laptop. Her caption said: Anyone who thinks this account is run by PR doesn't know me lol. Max smiled to himself, but he wondered what it meant.

Morgan sat, waiting. She was in the District Attorney's office, waiting to get some files approved.

"Miss Earling?" The receptionist called, "He's ready for you."

Morgan stood and straightened her dress. She walked into the DA's office and sat down. He shuffled some papers and looked up at her, then leaned back in his chair.

"So, Miss Earling," He began, "you need my approval for some of these."

He held up some files, the ones for the defamation cases.

"Yes sir," Morgan replied stoically.

"Well," The DA said, pulling out a piece of paper and stamping it, "here you go."

"Thank you, sir," Morgan said, a smile ghosting her lips as she took the paper he offered.

"Best of luck," The DA said, as Morgan stood to go.

"Thank you again," Morgan replied, and they shook hands.

Now that the files had been taken care of, Morgan was free to scamper off to Idaho.