Elaine’s eyes shifted to me.
“Tanya, I’m sorry. This must be upsetting.”
“Don’t call my daughter’s face upsetting like it’s spilled wine.”
Tracy touched my elbow. “Tanya.”
“I’m fine,” I said, though I wasn’t. I pointed toward the gallery. “Why did you want that painting hidden behind a false title? Nova is talented. You should have told me my child was her subject.”…continue reading …
