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

my daughter and call it a self-portrait?”

Her fingers twisted in her sleeves.

“Because she was my sister too.”

The words hit harder than I expected.

I had known Lily liked her. She came home from weekends at Patrick’s house talking about “Supernova,” their secret songs, and the time they put glitter in Elaine’s shampoo.

But sister?

Lily had never said it continue reading …