The moment we stepped into the gallery, I felt my breath catch in my throat. The space was immense—dark marble floors reflecting the soft golden lights that glimmered from chandeliers above, and walls lined with bold canvases, sculptures, and delicate installations. I paused mid-step, my eyes widening, heart thumping in elated rhythms.

And then I saw it.

At the very entrance hung a painting that made me stop in my tracks—our daughter. Her tiny curls perfectly captured, her mischievous little grin frozen in oil paint. I blinked, unable to speak at first. But then I noticed the second canvas. My own form, rounded with my baby bump, radiant and peaceful....