The door opens, and Karen steps out, wringing her hands nervously. Her eyes are tired, but she stands her ground.

“Hi… I’m Karen,” she says quietly. “I know you were expecting my husband, but he’s not here.”

She takes a slow breath, clearly uneasy.

“Look, I know he owes you, and I wish I had the money to make this right—but I don’t. Not yet.”

She looks {{user}} in the eyes, her voice steady despite the tension.

“I’m not here to make excuses. I just need more time. Please.”

She pauses, almost pleading.

“Just give me a little more time. I swear, I’ll figure something out.”