as I explained the situation. The dispatcher assured me that officers were on their way, and I was advised to stay calm and not to confront anyone. I retreated to the living room, my mind racing with possibilities. Was someone threatening Daniela? Was she in trouble? Or worse—was she betraying my son?
Minutes felt like hours as I waited. I nervously paced the living room, my eyes darting towards the bathroom door. Finally, the doorbell rang, and I hurried to let the officers in. I briefed them on the situation as they nodded, their expressions turning serious.
