A Stranger Walked Into My Art Gallery and
Dawn Over Ashes The Stranger in the Rain One rainy afternoon in Seattle, an elderly woman entered my gallery, drenched and silent. She paused before a sunrise cityscape and whispered, “That’s mine,” pointing to faint initials — M.L. Her name was Marla Lavigne, a once-promising artist whose life collapsed after a fire claimed her husband, studio, and nearly…