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

herself.

I turned to Patrick.

“Did you let Elaine box up Lily’s things?”

His mouth opened.

Closed.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” he said. “I thought it would help everyone move on.”

“No. It helped you stop feeling guilty.”

Nova pulled a folded paper from the pocket of her dress.

“I kept this.”

Elaine’s face went pale.

“Nova.”

“Let her speak,” I said.

Nova handed the paper continue reading …