The situation soon became serious. The very next day, Matteo did more than just ring the bell—he smeared a food product, either peanut butter or Nutella, all over my doorknob. This was particularly alarming because I have a known peanut allergy. While I was fortunate that the reaction wasn’t severe and I washed my hands immediately, I was deeply rattled by the potential danger.
I brought it up with Renata again, this time with a greater sense of urgency. Her tone hardened immediately. “He would never do that. Maybe it was one of the other neighborhood kids. Or maybe a squirrel. I saw one near our porch with a granola bar yesterday.” The idea of a squirrel being the culprit was almost laughable, but I held my tongue. I knew I needed undeniable proof.
With the video evidence clearly showing the date, time, and his actions, I walked back to their house. Renata wasn’t home, but her teenage daughter, Araceli, answered the door. She looked visibly exhausted, likely from school or a job. When I asked for her mom, she said she was out and politely asked what I needed.
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