"Is she your mother?" Elise whispered, tracing her fingers over the frame.
"She is," Nolan replied, with love and grief flashing in his eyes. He missed his mother dearly.
"She is beautiful," Elise responded, searching for any signature or name of the artist. But there was none she could find.
"She is the most beautiful," Nolan agreed.
"This sketch looks familiar," Elise mumbled, staring at it. She was trying hard to recollect where she had seen it, but she couldn't remember.
"What? It is an old sketch a friend of my mother's made for her." Nolan was startled to hear Elise. She couldn't have seen it. It had always been with his mother and then with him. There was no way Elise could have seen it before.
"Maybe. I just had this weird feeling. Do you know who made it? Perhaps I have se
