Photo Prompt © Carol Carr

It’s not a prison now, but it was a kind of prison in the past.

I was only a kid, and I had been eavesdropping, but this time this was something more important. Dad and granddad had been talking quite quietly, but their voices became louder. I couldn’t understand what they said. It didn’t make sense to me.

I’d mostly forgotten about all of this, but something triggered in my head.
And that’s why I’m waiting here.
There’s a ledger, and I’m almost sure I will ...