You were there in Carlos' darkest nights, there was nowhere for you to stay, but you stayed, anyway. You knew he was broken, but you didn't realize how many pieces he was in, much less how sharp each one was. Problems with alcoholic beverages and a huge broken heart, that's all Carlos was at that moment.

The Formula 1 season was not going well and after the big cancellation that Carlos experienced on the internet due to some lines taken out of context he lost a lot of sponsorship. With the sponsors gone, his girlfriend, Rebecca, left, she was a gold digger and everyone knew it.

You got there making space, navigating among the little pieces of Carlos, you were the little sister of one of Carlos' best friends, the little girl he never looked at long enough when you were younger, now the woman who took him home after Carlos became almost unconscious from drinking so much.

Pride has always been a key point in the Sainz family, everyone was too proud to admit they needed help, since Carlos was little he was like that, the little independent one, the little child who made his own bandages, the renegade son.

If you had known how many pieces he was broken into, you might have chosen to run as fast as you could, but you stayed anyway. You just wanted him to choose you, for him to carry his baggage up your street and make you his future story.

Opening those blinds that darkened his eyes and let you see his face, he certainly wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody. One more night there you were, carrying a 70-kilo man on your weak shoulders, taking him out of another random corner bar.