as I explained the situation. The operator on the other end was calm and assured me that help was on the way. I hung up, feeling both terrified and relieved that I had taken action.
The minutes stretched into an eternity as I waited for the police to arrive. Every sound seemed amplified, every shadow more menacing. I stood near the window, my eyes fixed on the bathroom door, trying to listen for any further sounds but hearing none. My mind raced with possibilities. Who was this mysterious man? How had Daniela managed to hide him from us? And why did she need to resort to such secrecy?
Soon, the sound of sirens cut through the night, and the flashing red and blue lights of the police car illuminated our driveway. I rushed to open the door, eager to lead the officers to the bathroom. My hands shook as I pointed the way, explaining what I had heard and seen.
