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

Supernova likes this song. Supernova makes the best pancakes.

I had known they cared about each other.

I just hadn’t understood how deeply.

Nova went pale when she saw me.

“You’re Lily’s mom.”

Her voice cracked on Lily’s name.

“Yes,” I said quietly. “And you’re Nova.”

Tears filled her eyes immediately.

“She talked about me?”

“All the time.”

Nova looked as though continue reading …