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

Patrick shook his head.

“She was erasing Lily again,” I said. “And you let her.”

Elaine stepped forward.

“I wasn’t erasing your daughter. I was preventing my daughter from living in Lily’s shadow.”

Nova’s voice cracked.

“I wasn’t in her shadow, Mom. I never was. I was with her.”

Patrick stared at Nova like he had missed an entire language she had been speaking for years.

Andrea appeared at the doorway.

“Nova, your artist talk starts in ten minutes. Do you need a moment?”

“Yes,” I said before Elaine could answer. “We all do.”