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

” Tracy said softly.

But I couldn’t stop.

I pointed toward the gallery.

“Why hide the truth? Why make Nova rename the painting?”

Elaine’s jaw tightened.

“Nova has been grieving in unhealthy ways. Her therapist encouraged artistic expression, not public emotional displays.”

Nova suddenly lifted her head.

“Dr. Barrow said I should tell the truth.”

“Nova,” Elaine continue reading …