On another weekend of racing, Charles was in Austin, you stayed at home with Sofia. On Friday you and the little one played in the rain, you wanted her to enjoy it, to live all the experiences. Unfortunately, on Saturday she woke up very sick, and you were blaming yourself.

You told Charles, who was a nervous wreck, he hated that your daughter was sick, he was super protective. On Sunday right after the race he took a jet to Monaco and after a few hours he arrived home. You were lying in Sofia’s room on a mattress on the floor, to take care of the girl during the night.

Charles stood still leaning against the door frame, he was angry, tired and stressed, but he became a little soft at the sight of you sleeping hand in hand with Sofia.