Living under someone's shadow

Previously

…She didn’t know what the future held. She didn’t know if she possessed the strength, the courage, to truly break free. But for the first time in a long time, the question of ‘if’ seemed less daunting than the certainty of ‘how’. The whispers of the past, once a source of sorrow, were beginning to sound like a call to arms. And Eleanor, the woman who had lived so long in the shadows, was starting to listen. She turned away from the house and walked towards the garden gate, the locket a small, solid weight in her pocket, a promise waiting to be kept. The path ahead was uncertain, shrouded in mist, but for the first time, it felt like her own.