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

Lily had never said it aloud.

Maybe she thought it would hurt me.

Maybe the adults around them had made it too complicated.

Nova wiped her cheeks quickly.

“Even if people didn’t want us calling each other that.”

My chest tightened.

“Who didn’t want it?”

She hesitated.

“My mom.”

Of course.

Elaine.

Patrick’s wife.

I felt anger beginning to coil in my stomach.

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