On the Day of My Mother's Funeral, I Pulled Out the Ledger to Collect What She Was Owed

My mother's coffin hadn't even been sealed when my aunt by marriage showed up with a promissory note to demand repayment. I dug out the old account book my mother had kept for thirty years, intending to look into this one debt, only to find a host of familiar names inside. The stories those people told about the past didn't match the mother I remembered. Stranger still, the last page of the ledger was missing. Why had that page disappeared?