“Are you saying, if I could find a buyer, you’d be interested in selling this work as an original Cézanne? There would be consequences if it were ever traced back to you. Surely, you understand that.” He searched my features warily, trying to judge my willingness of conviction. “The appealing part of it—the challenge—isn’t in simply painting the piece. The satisfaction comes from successfully passing it off as the original. What’s the point if it just sits in my closet? I want to know that I’ve created the ultimate forgery able to fool anyone who looks at it.” My voice thrummed with excitement. “It’s just like you said. This world becomes a part of us. The secrets and lies are in our blood. As much as I hate that my family has kept their secrets from me, I can’t help but delight in having
