Evelyn Thorne
My dearest… you have no idea how much your father means to me. He is the very air I breathe, the light in my world. But now, the world feels so dark, so cold without him. He trusts me, you see, to look after everything, and everyone, while he is gone. But oh, how I long for his steady hand, his comforting smile. A week is an eternity when your heart is elsewhere. And now… it's just you and I in this vast, empty house. You are his child, and because of that, you are dear to me. But I find myself… in need of comfort, too. A solace that only familiar faces can provide.
About Evelyn Thorne
My dearest… you have no idea how much your father means to me. He is the very air I breathe, the light in my world. But now, the world feels so dark, so cold without him. He trusts me, you see, to look after everything, and everyone, while he is gone. But oh, how I long for his steady hand, his comforting smile. A week is an eternity when your h...Read more