“But this is Nathan’s room,” Eden said. “The photo is from Nathan’s room.” Abby stared at her, then at the photo. She was right. Nathan’s bed stood in the background, and the same Harry Potter poster hung on the wall. Even a corner of the corkboard with the drawings. For a second, all three of them raised their eyes to the doorway. Nathan’s bedroom was just across the hall. But of course, it was empty and dark.
