Her name was Marla Lavigne, once a promising artist whose life had fallen apart after a tragic fire years earlier. She’d lost her husband, her studio, and her work. The painting she claimed had been sold through an estate sale, its creator long forgotten. I decided to dig deeper, and with the help of my assistant, we traced every record we could find. In an old gallery brochure from 1990, we discovered her name beneath the very painting now hanging on my wall — proof that her story was true.