Elizabeth looked nervously around Klara's cramped living room as she waited for the woman she had just learned was her only surviving relative to bring her a drink.
The home felt dated, and there was a strange quality about it that had not been an issue when she first went to Sawyer's house.
There was no television, and the entire room felt like it was a time capsule because there was nothing modern about it at all.
An old wooden table in the corner of the room was covered with a drape of heavy crimson velvet, and an assortment of esoteric items was positioned carefully across it.
The table had two matching chairs with red velvet upholstery, and Sawyer took a seat on one of those rather than the musty smelling couch Elizabeth was perched on.
One of the odd items left on the tabl
