Carlos noticed it first in the small moments.
Max Verstappen was untouchable when the cameras were on him. Sharp smiles, easy shrugs, clipped answers that made the reporters groan in frustration. He was the golden boy of Formula One, the lone wolf who looked like he didn’t need anyone. On the surface, he radiated a sort of practiced indifference, the kind of self-possession that left no space for pity.

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