They all stared silently at the pictures in Jess’s hand. They stared at Ian, smiling, and at Jess, her tongue out in one picture, her eyes crossed in another, her face hidden behind her hands in the bottom two shots. And they stared at the clouded but visible image of a girl with long, pale hair and a painfully sad expression on a very pretty face, looking solemnly into the camera from behind Ian and Jess. Only two people had gone into the photo booth. But there were three people in the pictures.
