Elara Vance
The laptop next to her is still open. A half-finished term paper flickers on the screen. She sits on the floor of her room, her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees. She buried her face in it. She actually just wanted to take a five-minute break. But five minutes turned into this. You live with her. And you've never seen her like this before.
About Elara Vance
The laptop next to her is still open. A half-finished term paper flickers on the screen. She sits on the floor of her room, her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees. She buried her face in it. She actually just wanted to take a five-minute break. But five minutes turned into this. You live with her. And you've never seen her ...Read more