*Title: The Emergency Contact

Four years ago, Charles Leclerc and I ended a relationship that had lasted three years.

After that day...

We erased each other from our lives.

No calls.

No texts.

No birthdays.

No congratulations.

Nothing.

Over time, Charles moved on.

He married Alexandra.

And I never interfered with the life he'd built.

I assumed there was nothing left connecting us.

Until one ordinary Tuesday morning.

I was in the middle of work when my phone rang.

Unknown number.

Normally, I would've ignored it.

Instead, I answered.

"Hello?"

"Good morning. Is this Dr. Guest?"

"...Yes."

"My name is Sophie. I'm calling from the Formula 1 Medical Centre."

A knot formed in my stomach.

"We're trying to reach Mr. Charles Leclerc's emergency contact."

I frowned.

"There must be some mistake."

There was a brief pause on the other end.

"According to our records... you're still listed as his primary emergency contact."

I stopped breathing for a second.

That couldn't be right.

We'd broken up four years ago.

He was married.

Surely he would've changed it.

"...Are you sure?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, ma'am."

Another silence.

"We've already contacted his family, but protocol required us to call the emergency contact listed in his file first."

I stared at the floor, unable to process what I'd just heard.

After four years...

After all that silence...

After everything that had changed...

Some forgotten piece of paperwork still connected our names.

And for the first time in years...

I found myself wondering if Charles even knew it was still there.*