“My real name is Eleanor Vance.”
The words didn’t make sense.
Not at first.
I stared at them.
Read them again.
And again.
Eleanor Vance?
My grandmother’s name was Rose.
It had always been Rose.
Hadn’t it?
My hands went cold.
The room tilted slightly.
I swallowed hard and kept reading.
Because something inside me already knew…
There was no going back.
