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.”

The officers, satisfied there was no danger, left after offering a few words of advice about communication and understanding. As the door closed behind them, I turned to Daniela, my heart still pounding but relieved.

“I’m sorry for causing such a scene,” I said, my voice filled with regret. “I just wanted to protect my family.”

Daniela nodded, her expression softening. “I appreciate that. We’re family now, and we should watch out for each other.

In the days that followed, I made sure to welcome Marco and offered any help he needed. What started as a misunderstanding had brought us all closer, teaching me the importance of communication and trust within a family. And every evening, as Daniela took her routine shower, I found comfort in knowing the truth behind those mysterious murmurs.