Finally, the sound of approaching sirens pierced the silence. The police arrived, two officers stepping out of their vehicle with professional calmness. I explained the situation, my words tumbling out in a frantic rush. They listened intently, then nodded, assuring me they would handle it.

We returned to the house, my heart pounding in my chest. The officers approached the bathroom door, knocking firmly. “Police!” one of them called out, his voice authoritative.

There was a moment of silence, and then, to my astonishment, the door opened. Daniela stood there, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern. Her hair was damp, but her demeanor was calm, not at all like someone caught in a compromising situation.