“I was wrong not to tell my mother-in-law or Leonardo. But I was afraid everything would be misinterpreted… that everything would be destroyed.”

Every night, when I was sleeping, Daniela let Luis in. He hid in the bathroom—not to bathe, but to sleep. She turned on the faucet to make noise. Luis used wet wipes to clean himself and slept curled up behind the door, leaving before dawn.

The perfume? Just to cover up the sweat. The second toothbrush and deodorant? Hidden, but sometimes forgotten. The camera? She noticed the red light and covered it with a towel. The male voice? Luis, calling a friend to ask for a loan.

The officer asked:

“Why didn’t you report your situation? Even with debts, this isn’t right.”

“He was scared. They threatened to kill him. He just wanted to hide until I could help him.”

Daniela cried. For the first time, I saw her overcome.

After an hour, the officers confirmed that Luis had no criminal record. He wasn’t on any list. He was just a desperate young man, fleeing from dangerous loan sharks. They asked him to show up the next day to resolve the problem legally.

I didn’t sleep that night.