To my shock, it was George, the guy who sold us the house. “Frank?” he said, equally surprised. “What are you doing here?” He explained, “My grandfather hid something valuable here. I thought I could dig it up while you were away.” George proposed a deal: help him dig, and we’d split whatever we found, fifty-fifty.
Digging for Treasure
We spent hours digging, sharing stories. George had lost his job, and his wife had cancer. “This treasure,” he said, “could change everything for us.” As we dug, George shared stories about his grandfather, who distrusted banks and buried valuables. Despite hitting only rocks, our camaraderie grew.
A New Friendship
At dawn, with nothing found, George looked defeated. “I really thought… I was so sure…” He apologized, and we filled in the hole. When we arrived at George
