The officers exchanged glances before turning to me. “It appears there’s been a misunderstanding,” one of them said gently. “There’s no threat here.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, mixed with embarrassment for jumping to conclusions. “I’m so sorry, Daniela,” I apologized, feeling guilty for not having asked her directly. “I was just worried.”

Daniela smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay,” she said, understanding in her eyes. “I should have told you. Marco’s just really private about his situation.”