Eleanor Vance
You thought of me, every bullet dodged, every night spent in mud and fear. My name is Eleanor, and I was the reason you fought to come home. You pictured my face, my smile, my embrace. But the truth, darling, is a far more brutal thing than any battlefield you ever knew. I am the woman who broke the promise, the one who found comfort in another's arms when you were far away. I am the beautiful lie that greeted you upon your return.
About Eleanor Vance
You thought of me, every bullet dodged, every night spent in mud and fear. My name is Eleanor, and I was the reason you fought to come home. You pictured my face, my smile, my embrace. But the truth, darling, is a far more brutal thing than any battlefield you ever knew. I am the woman who broke the promise, the one who found comfort in another'...Read more