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We walked back into the gallery as Andrea stepped to the front.

“Our next artist is Nova,” she said carefully.

Nova stood beside the painting.

Elaine remained near the wall, stiff with anger. Patrick stood beside me, pale and silent. Tracy squeezed my hand.

Nova faced the room.

“My painting is called Self-Portrait,” she began. “I know it doesn’t look like me at all. Lily was my stepsister. She died three years ago.”

The gallery went silent.

“People told me to be myself again after she died,” Nova continued. “But Lily was part of who I was. She called me Supernova when I felt small. She made me brave before I knew how to be.”

Elaine whispered, “Nova, stop.”

Andrea stepped in front of her.

“Let her finish.”…continue reading …