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

“She said it confused things. She said Lily already had a mom, and I already had one. She said Dad didn’t need more family drama. She said I didn’t need a sister. I could be enough by myself for Dad.”

My stomach tightened.

I glanced back toward the impossible painting.

“That still doesn’t explain how you got every detail right.”

“I remembered her.”

“That perfectly?”

Nova’s chin trembled.

“I loved her, Aunt Tanya. She was special to me.”

Aunt Tanya.

The name landed somewhere deep.

“Nova,” I said softly, “who told you to keep this from me?”

She wiped both cheeks with her sleeves.