A Stranger Walked Into My Art Gallery and Claimed a Painting as Her Own — The Truth Amazed Me
It was a rainy Thursday afternoon when an elderly woman stepped into my Seattle art gallery, soaked and quiet. The regular visitors frowned, but something about her stopped me from turning her away. She wandered slowly through the paintings until she froze before a sunrise cityscape. Her voice trembled as she whispered, “That’s mine.” At…