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

stiff with anger. Patrick stood beside me, pale and silent. Tracy squeezed my hand.

Nova faced the room.

“My painting is called Self-Portrait,” she began. “I know it doesn’t look like me at all. Lily was my stepsister. She died three years ago.”

The gallery went silent.

“People told me to be myself again after she died,” Nova continued. “But Lily was continue reading …