As the truth unfolded, Marla’s stolen legacy came to light. We worked together to restore her authorship, correct the records, and bring her name back to where it belonged. The man who had profited from her art faced justice, but Marla sought no revenge — only recognition. I offered her the back room of the gallery as her studio, and slowly, she began painting again. Her gentle hands found new rhythm, her brush guided by years of resilience and quiet strength.