A gallery painting bore my daughter’s face—until the truth behind it shattered everything I thought I knew

vision so badly I thought I had lost my mind.

Then reality settled.

Dark curls.

Nervous posture.

Wide, startled eyes.

Not Lily.

Nova.

Patrick’s stepdaughter.

Lily’s beloved Supernova.

She looked older than when I had last seen her, but I recognized her at once.

And suddenly all of Lily’s constant stories came rushing back.

Supernova said this. Supernova did that.continue reading …