Daniela sighed, her expression softening. “I’m not sure what you think you heard, but I can explain,” she said, gesturing for us to enter.

She led us to a small speaker hidden behind a row of toiletries. “This is where the voice came from. I’ve been taking an online course in aromatherapy and meditation,” she explained, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “The course includes guided sessions with a male instructor. I had no idea it would cause such a misunderstanding.”