Like It Was The First Time

In Italy, Deborah was in charge of taking care of Santi. Gradually, her behavior towards him began to change, and Sergio noticed that she was spending more and more time in the child's room.

"Well, maybe hyenas do have feelings after all," he questioned himself.

It didn't suit him for that woman to become attached to the boy. He would talk to her about it.

He had planned to get rid of her, just as she had planned to get rid of him. They were two of a kind.

Deborah entered Santi's room at night during an electrical storm. The boy had hidden under the bed and was lying on the carpet, covered with a blanket.

"Santi, you have to come out from there. Nothing will happen to you."

"I'm very scared, ma'am."

"I told you not to call me ma'am. Call me grandma, because that's what I am. Maria isn't, I am."

The boy wasn't intelligent, but he knew he shouldn't contradict her. She would get furious when he did.