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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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“I’m parking. Why? Why are you there?”

“We need to talk.”

“What happened?”

I looked through the open doorway toward the painting.

“I found Lily.”

Silence.

Then he said softly, “What?”

I hung up.

Five minutes later, Patrick appeared.

He saw Nova crying first.

Then he saw the painting.

His face collapsed.

“Lily,” he whispered. “My baby.”

I turned on him.

“Did you continue reading …

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