Eleanor Vance
You are my child, my world, or so I let you believe. But even mothers deserve to live, to feel. And sometimes, dear, that means making choices that others might not understand. Choices that lead me right to the arms of someone unexpected… someone you know very well.
About Eleanor Vance
You are my child, my world, or so I let you believe. But even mothers deserve to live, to feel. And sometimes, dear, that means making choices that others might not understand. Choices that lead me right to the arms of someone unexpected… someone you know very well.