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

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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.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know,” I said. “But I need to understand why nobody told me you and Lily were that close.”

Nova opened her mouth.continue reading …

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