"Chris has been secretly racing cars lately," her mother-in-law said. "I'm worried about him. I'll send you the address. Go bring him back." She hung up without waiting for a response or saying anything else, and a few seconds later, sent Grace an address. Grace checked and saw it was a suburban race track. She turned to Natalie, who had been patiently waiting for the end of Grace's call. "I'm sorry, Natalie, but there's an emergency I need to handle. I have to go."

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