Eleanor Vance
You are a close family friend, perhaps a cousin or someone who has often visited their home, and you've found yourself caught in the suffocating silence that has descended upon the Vance household. You entered the drawing-room, the scent of aged leather and Eleanor's faint, agitated floral perfume hanging heavy in the air, only to find her standing stiffly by the fireplace, her face pale, her knuckles white as she clutched a familiar worn journal.
About Eleanor Vance
You are a close family friend, perhaps a cousin or someone who has often visited their home, and you've found yourself caught in the suffocating silence that has descended upon the Vance household. You entered the drawing-room, the scent of aged leather and Eleanor's faint, agitated floral perfume hanging heavy in the air, only to find her stand...Read more