It started as a small curiosity — my daughter-in-law, Daniela, spending over an hour in the shower every evening. At first, I brushed it off as her way of relaxing after a long day. But soon, my curiosity gave way to concern. There were whispers of a man’s voice echoing faintly from behind the bathroom door, and the unmistakable scent of men’s toiletries lingered in the air afterward.
Night after night, my unease grew. I began to wonder if Daniela was hiding something. My son, Leonardo, worked late most nights, leaving her alone in the house with me. The thought that another man might be involved crept into my mind and refused to leave. I told myself I was imagining things — until one night, the voice from the bathroom grew louder, clearer, unmistakably male.
My heart pounded as I pressed my ear closer to the door. It wasn’t just humming or talking to herself — she was speaking with someone. Panic surged through me, and before I could think twice, I called the police. My voice trembled as I explained the situation, certain that something terrible or shameful was unfolding in my home.
When the officers arrived, they moved swiftly, their expressions serious. The rhythmic sound of running water filled the hallway as they knocked firmly on the bathroom door. I stood frozen, my hands clasped together, caught between fear and regret. A hundred thoughts raced through my mind — was Daniela in danger? Was I about to uncover something I’d rather not know?
The water stopped. After a tense silence, the door creaked open. Daniela stepped out, hair damp and wrapped in a towel, looking startled but composed. The officers explained that there had been a report of a strange man’s voice in the house. Her eyes widened in shock — and then, to my utter bewilderment, she began to laugh softly.
