A Painting at the Gallery Looked Exactly Like My Daughter – But When I Met the Artist, I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes

“The ones at home. Lily’s school photo. Our lake picture. Our picnic picture with Olive, the cat.”

Elaine snapped, “Enough.”

Nova flinched.

I faced Elaine fully.

“Don’t snap at her for telling the truth. Where’s Patrick?”

Elaine looked away.

So I pulled out my phone and called my ex-husband.

He answered on the fourth ring.

“Tanya?”

“Are you at the gallery?”