The Phone Call That Changed Everything
One afternoon, I called Ethan, my voice thick with worry.
“Son… is everything alright? I haven’t received anything for almost a year.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
“What do you mean? Mom, I send money every single month. The bank even calls me to confirm it.”
My heart sank.
If he had been sending it, where had it gone?
