Auteur: Katherine Moodye

In the quiet solitude of her Victorian parlor, Eleanor Vance sought solace in the elegant script of her late husband Arthur’s letters. Each word was a phantom whisper of their stolen happiness, a bit …

In the quiet solitude of her Victorian parlor, Eleanor Vance sought solace in the elegant script of her late husband Arthur’s letters. Each word was a phantom whisper of their stolen happiness, a bit …