The Trading Post Debt

My grandfather never spoke about the old trading post until the day before he died.

He grabbed my hand and whispered that some debts follow you across lifetimes.

In 1987, he worked nights restocking an abandoned store on tribal

land. Every night at 2:47 AM, he heard footsteps from a sealed-off

second floor. Behind a false wall, he found a ledger filled with

his grandmother's unpaid name. He burned the book in ceremony. The footsteps stopped.

The debt was finally cleared. Then, a silver necklace his mother lost

in 1987 mysteriously appeared in our home. Some debts get paid in ways