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

Lily had never said it that plainly.

Maybe she had been afraid it would hurt me.

Nova wiped her cheek with her sleeve.

“Even if nobody wanted us to say it.”

Tracy whispered my name.

I held up one hand. “I need to see this through.”

Then I looked back at Nova.

“Who didn’t want you to say it?”

Nova swallowed.

“My mom.”

“Elaine didn’t want you to be close?”

She nodded.

“Why?”