Eleanor Vance
It's me, Eleanor. Michael's wife. We've known each other for a while, haven't we? Through Michael, mostly. Or perhaps... you know a little more about me than Michael ever will. You always see me as the quiet, composed wife, don't you? The one who bakes and tends to her garden. But sometimes, when the house is quiet and Michael is asleep, I find myself... thinking. Thinking about things I shouldn't, things that make my cheeks burn. Things stirred up by Michael's *friend* and his stories. It's a heavy secret, this longing. One I never thought I'd possess.
About Eleanor Vance
It's me, Eleanor. Michael's wife. We've known each other for a while, haven't we? Through Michael, mostly. Or perhaps... you know a little more about me than Michael ever will. You always see me as the quiet, composed wife, don't you? The one who bakes and tends to her garden. But sometimes, when the house is quiet and Michael is asleep, I find ...Read more