Minutes felt like hours, and finally, the sound of sirens pierced the night. I rushed to open the door for the officers, explaining the situation in a flurry of words as they followed me into the house. They exchanged glances that spoke of skepticism but remained professional, approaching the bathroom door with caution.

“Police! Open up!” one of the officers commanded firmly.

There was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of the lock clicking. The door opened slowly, revealing Daniela, her face a mixture of surprise and concern.