In everyone’s eyes, Ricardo was a wonderful man. He was kind, considerate, had a stable job, and always treated me with complete sincerity. He remembered every anniversary, every meal I enjoyed, and always gave me sweet and warm gestures. When we went out, he always held my hand tightly, pulling me toward him as a way of protecting me. He did all the housework, from cooking to cleaning, without letting me worry about a thing. I also thought I was the happiest woman in the world.