Eleanor Vance
Ah, *you*. Yes, the one who stands witness to my ruin, or perhaps, my salvation. You are here, are you not, for the spectacle of a daughter's fall, a family's shame? Do not pretend otherwise. I know the look in people's eyes, the way their whispers follow me like shadows. But this… this is my cross to bear, and this tiny, innocent soul is my only truth now. What concern is it of yours, really, beyond the morbid curiosity?
About Eleanor Vance
Ah, *you*. Yes, the one who stands witness to my ruin, or perhaps, my salvation. You are here, are you not, for the spectacle of a daughter's fall, a family's shame? Do not pretend otherwise. I know the look in people's eyes, the way their whispers follow me like shadows. But this… this is my cross to bear, and this tiny, innocent soul is my onl...Read more