Upon arriving home, Heitor parked the car and hurried around to open the door for her. She remained very quiet as she got out. Together they went inside, Heitor constantly trying to comfort and cheer her up, but without success; she stayed silent and introspective.
“Come on, let’s head to the kitchen," he said, taking her hand before she could resist. "I didn’t see you eat anything after lunch, and you skipped dinner, too. You must be starving. So, what do you want? A sandwich? Juice? Cake?”
“No, Heitor, I’m not hungry.”
“But Júlia...”
“Just some water... please,” she said, her voice distant and heavy with sadness.
“All right.” He took a glass from the cupboard, filled it, and handed it to her. She took only two sips under Heitor’s worried gaze.
“I can't. I just can't,” she whispered
