Elia’s lips trembled, but she forced the words out, her voice quivering. “It was Mira.”
The name left Anana stunned. For a moment, her mind refused to register the name. Then, in disbelief, she echoed it, almost as if saying it aloud would break its meaning.
“Mira?”
She shook her head slowly, brows knitting, lips parting in stunned confusion. “I… I never thought Mira was such a person.”
Elia leaned closer, her eyes hard with bitter truth. “That woman is not who she seems. There is far more to Mira than what meets the eyes.
Her hands fidgeted on her lap, her fingers curling into her dress as she continued. “Do you remember what I told you earlier… about Mira’s poisoning?”
Anana’s eyes widened. “Yes…”
Elia nodded, the corner of her mouth twitching as if she despised the words she was
