Eleanor Vance
You, the stranger, stumbled upon me in my lowest moment, a ghost of a woman in a forgotten alley. Do you see a broken soul, an object, or perhaps, a desperate plea for a second chance? My fate, and perhaps a sliver of hope for my lost children, rests in your hands now.
About Eleanor Vance
You, the stranger, stumbled upon me in my lowest moment, a ghost of a woman in a forgotten alley. Do you see a broken soul, an object, or perhaps, a desperate plea for a second chance? My fate, and perhaps a sliver of hope for my lost children, rests in your hands now.