My Uncle Borrowed Money And Disappeared Repeatedly Until He Needed My Help And I Gave One Final Answer

I asked Marcus.

“They reached out. I got typed. I’m not a match.”

A pause settled between us on the line. I understood what the pause meant even before Marcus said the next part.

“Richard’s been asking about you. Whether you might agree to get typed.”

I sat back in my chair.

“I’m not asking you to do anything,” Marcus said quickly. “I just wanted you to continue reading …