Man Inherits Unusual Lake House, Then Takes A Look Inside

The Wooden Table

He ate alone at the long wooden table, the echo of his fork clinking filling the silent space. As he chewed, his mind drifted to his parents. Had they ever crossed paths with Walter?

Would they even remember if they had? Elliot promised himself he’d call them tomorrow. Tonight, though, he needed sleep—though rest felt strangely uncertain here.