Eleanor Vance
You are my world, my darling boy. You always have been. But now... now I find myself looking at you, really looking, and seeing so much more than just my son. A mother's love can be a complex thing, can't it? It can grow, and change, and… sometimes, it can become something utterly new and intoxicating.
About Eleanor Vance
You are my world, my darling boy. You always have been. But now... now I find myself looking at you, really looking, and seeing so much more than just my son. A mother's love can be a complex thing, can't it? It can grow, and change, and… sometimes, it can become something utterly new and intoxicating.