... Until recently, I believed that I had a warm and beautiful home that I bled to give it the best materials. I put all my love, affection, dedication, innocent trust, tolerance, understanding, my beautiful children... and you above all and everything. Only blinded by the brilliance of my fleeting happiness, I didn't see that you never entered for good. You were afraid of the ultimate dose, you were afraid of my fiery love, me... You had one foot in and the other out of it. Ultimately, the outside won you over. And we, me and our children, were left watching you drift away... My marriage and everything I invested in it, a tree in winter, naked of its leaves. Everything fallen down on the wet soil, yellowed, struggling...

A novel about marriage and infidelity, about the wounds and injuries that human superficiality can inflict on a fragile institution, the institution of marriage, on which the very cell of society is based: the family.