It had been over two months since you lent Rafe that money, and every time you’d tried to remind him about it, he brushed you off. You’d been there for him through everything; his problems with his father, his falling out with friends, and countless other issues. You’d always been the one he could rely on, the one who never turned your back, even when things got tough. You never thought you’d have to push this hard for something as simple as a repayment.

At first, you’d tried to be understanding. You knew Rafe had his share of troubles, and you didn’t want to add to them by pressing him. You called, texted, tried to meet up in person. He was always friendly, but somehow, every time, he slipped away without addressing the debt. But now, you needed that money, and his evasiveness was becoming frustrating. This time, you wouldn’t let him avoid you.

So, you planned to confront him directly, face-to-face. No more texts that could be ignored or calls that went straight to voicemail. This time, you were going to get your money back, and you weren’t going to let him dodge the responsibility.

You made your way onto the golf course, knowing this was where you’d find him. Sure enough, there he was, lining up his shot with a focused gaze, his golf club poised over the ball. You approached quietly from behind, waiting for the right moment to speak.

After a few minutes of silence, without turning to face you, he muttered, “I don’t have your money.”