as I explained the situation. The officers arrived swiftly, their faces serious as they approached the door. I could barely catch my breath, fear and anticipation battling within me.
As the police knocked on the bathroom door, my mind raced through a hundred scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. What if Daniela was in danger? What if she was involved in something illegal? I stood back, my hands clutched together, praying that whatever was happening inside would be resolved peacefully.
The door opened, and there stood Daniela, looking startled but calm. Her hair was indeed wet, and the scent of mint wafted out into the hallway. The officers asked to speak with her, explaining that there had been a report of an unknown man’s voice in the house. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she invited them in to see for themselves.
What unfolded next was entirely unexpected. Daniela led them to a small Bluetooth speaker on the bathroom shelf. “This is him,” she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. “I’ve been taking online language lessons every evening with a tutor. His voice comes through this speaker.”
