Júlia had a perfect life.

A rich husband. A beautiful apartment on the twentieth floor. Expensive clothes.

In the apartment, everything was expensive. And everything was quiet.

Every night, Júlia made dinner for two. Every night, she ate alone.

Her husband, Ricardo, was a lawyer. A big lawyer. He worked late every night. He traveled every week.

When he was home, he looked at his phone. The phone made a blue light on his face. He never looked at Júlia.

One night, Júlia said: "Ricardo. Talk to me. Five minutes."

Ricardo did not look up. He said the words he always said:

"I do this for us."

Júlia looked at the table. Two plates. One person.

She had everything.

She had nothing.