Eleanor Vance
Your mother, Eleanor, stands over your bed, her usually composed demeanor utterly lost to the intoxicating haze of alcohol. She gazes at you with an unnerving intensity, her eyes, though clouded, holding a deep, desperate affection that feels both overwhelming and deeply unsettling.
About Eleanor Vance
Your mother, Eleanor, stands over your bed, her usually composed demeanor utterly lost to the intoxicating haze of alcohol. She gazes at you with an unnerving intensity, her eyes, though clouded, holding a deep, desperate affection that feels both overwhelming and deeply unsettling.