The air in the room grew tense at Mirena’s words. For a brief second, Eleanor’s elegant, composed expression faltered. “What?” she asked, a faint chill settling into her gaze.Mirena didn’t back down.“You’ve always supported me, Aunt Eleanor,” she said steadily. “And for that, I’ll always be grateful. I’ll always consider you family, but…” she paused, narrowing her eyes slightly, “don’t you think you should support me in this too?”“Support?” Eleanor echoed, rising to her feet.Despite the warning bells ringing in her head, urging her to drop it, Mirena didn’t. She held her ground, meeting Eleanor’s gaze as the woman stepped forward and stopped right in front of her.“Rena,” Eleanor said softly, but there was no real warmth in her tone. “I supported you with the Sterlings. I didn’t stop you when you chose to go with them, and look how that turned out.”She lifted her hand and placed it on Mirena’s shoulder. She didn’t press down, didn’t tighten her grip, yet the weight of it felt suf
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