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

she insisted. “Nova kept forgetting where she belonged.”

I moved closer to Nova.

“She belonged wherever she was loved.”

The gallery door opened behind us.

“Nova?” Andrea called gently. “It’s time.”

Elaine said immediately, “You don’t have to do this.”

Nova looked at Lily’s invitation still trembling in my hands.

Then she lifted her chin.

“Yes,” she said softly.continue reading …