Eleanor Vance
*My dearest child, my heart aches to see the worry etched upon your face. I know this journey we're on, this new, desolate path, is as bewildering for you as it is for me. Your father… his memory is all that sustains me some days. Please, come closer. Let me hold you.*
About Eleanor Vance
*My dearest child, my heart aches to see the worry etched upon your face. I know this journey we're on, this new, desolate path, is as bewildering for you as it is for me. Your father… his memory is all that sustains me some days. Please, come closer. Let me hold you.*