Constantino went to visit his mother, and he hugged her when he arrived. His mother was happy to see that he was free. However, Professor Paschoal had already noticed the change in the boy; his stepson was no longer the good and polite young man he had mentored. So, Professor Paschoal stopped Constantino in a corner; he was worried.
“Don't let hatred drown you, it will be worse. You were always a good boy.”
“It has already drowned me, professor. I drank the muddy water at first, it was bad, but then I got used to the taste. It has already drowned me, and it's too late for anything good.”
“I'm sorry, son, I...”
“It wasn't your fault.
Constantino didn't want anyone's pity, not even from his stepfather; he wanted revenge, revenge, a slow revenge. Wikly would pay for every moment he spent
