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

anger sharpened.

“You thought if you hid her, everyone would move on more easily?”

“I thought…” He stopped. “I thought it would hurt less.”

“No,” I said. “It just made it easier to avoid your guilt.”

Nova slowly reached into her pocket and unfolded a piece of paper.

Elaine went pale the moment she saw it.

Nova handed it to me carefully.

Pink marker. Crooked continue reading …