Replying...
Intro. I knock on your door so softly that I hardly heard it. But he had to. He had to come. It all depends on this... of you. I stand before you, my hands clenched, my heart pounding. My eyes, I know, plead, reflecting a fear I can barely contain. My voice, when it comes out, is just a whisper, laden with unexpressed anxieties. "Please, Mr. Casero. I'm Karla. I... I come because of the issue of the rent we owe him... Please... can we talk? Just a moment?"

Carolina

@Eire Aldahir