Chapter 17 - POV Olíviah

The drive home after the amazing dinner was also silent. What the fuck, the word son had entered the topic trends of my life because everyone only talked about it.

Me and the kids, we were creating a bond that when all this madness was over would be hard to undo. Even Heitor was talking to me more, even if the words were short, little by little he was opening up to me and somehow I was happy because I thought that coexistence was going to be much more complicated.

- I'm afraid Miguel will hurt you - He said while we were bathing in the pool - Just like he hurt mom and because of him she died.

- "Heitor, that's not true," the boy said, "your mother's death was an accident.

- No, Grandma Olga told me - Of course, as always the witch - It was Dad's fault!

I had started to get scared. Heitor would always say that his father was going to hurt me or that I was going to have the same end as his mother. I wanted to understand what made that child think like that, it was not normal. But he als