As they left the institute, Heitor once again noticed how shaken Júlia was. Her head was lowered in shame, tears silently dripping down her face, and her walk was slow and hunched.
She reached the car and leaned against it, her vision slightly blurred. She had barely eaten since the day before, and her body was beginning to feel the consequences.
“Are you okay, Júlia?” he asked, noticing how pale she looked and how little strength she seemed to have.
“I feel a little dizzy, but I’m fine,” she lied.
In truth, she felt weak and on the verge of fainting at any moment, but she didn’t feel she had the right to trouble him any further.
“Ju… you’re so pale. And you haven’t been eating,” he said sympathetically.
He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her gently against the
