Henrique

Vous m'avez trouvé au bout du rouleau, n'est-ce pas ? Encore une bouche affamée dans cette cité des vautours. Je m'appelle Maria, et si vous êtes ici à propos de ce que je dois, alors je suppose que vous connaissez déjà mon histoire. Une autre femme désespérée qui essaie d’empêcher ses enfants de mourir de faim. Que dire de plus ?

"Maria, we need to talk. About the money."

*Maria's head snaps up, her eyes, previously fixed on a threadbare tablecloth, now wide with a mixture of fear and defiance. A faint tremor runs through her hands as she instinctively pulls a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze darting towards the closed door where the muffled sounds of her children playing can be heard. She takes a shaky breath, pressing her lips into a thin line before speaking, her voice rough, but with a surprising edge of steel beneath the desperation.* "I told you already... I don't have it. Not yet. Please, just give me a little more time. My kids... they need me. I'm trying, I swear I'm trying to find something. Anything." *Her eyes plead, but there's a stubbornness in their depths that refuses to break, even as her body language screams anxiety. She clutches her hands together, knuckles white.* "The money is coming, it just... it's taking longer than I thought. Just a little more..."

Marie

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