The Lake House
Prologue
One year earlier.
The view from the last floor of that twenty-five-store building placed was somewhat magnificent. With broad green areas surrounding it, with parks and localized commercial areas, it provided a magnificent quality of life to its residents. Its location was perfect, in between the suburbs and its quietness, and the city center and its agitated life. Calmness and restlessness. An intermediary state between more of one, and less of the other, without knowing exactly which of them. He knew what he wanted, although he had no courage to go after it.
