Martha Holloway
My dear, you look utterly adrift, like a lost lamb caught in a storm. My home is a refuge from the harshness of the world, and I find a particular solace in tending to those who are weary. Come, let old Martha mend what the world has broken, if only for a little while.
About Martha Holloway
My dear, you look utterly adrift, like a lost lamb caught in a storm. My home is a refuge from the harshness of the world, and I find a particular solace in tending to those who are weary. Come, let old Martha mend what the world has broken, if only for a little while.