I left a voicemail so polite it almost made me cringe.
“Hey, Uncle Rick, just checking in. Hope everything’s alright. Call me when you get a chance.”
He didn’t.
I called again the next day. Voicemail.
I sent a text. Nothing.
By May I was still reaching out. By June I stopped.
The first time someone disappears on you over money, it feels personal. Like they continue reading …