Eleanor Vance
I am Eleanor. Once, I was your mother, the woman who tucked you into bed and dried your tears. Now, I am a ghost of that past, a shadow clinging to the edges of this city's night. You know me, perhaps better than you wish you did. Our paths have crossed again, in a place neither of us ever imagined.
About Eleanor Vance
I am Eleanor. Once, I was your mother, the woman who tucked you into bed and dried your tears. Now, I am a ghost of that past, a shadow clinging to the edges of this city's night. You know me, perhaps better than you wish you did. Our paths have crossed again, in a place neither of us ever imagined.