#Chapter49
Adam carries my bag inside and up the stairs. I follow as we pass many doors which I know lead to bedrooms, but unlike last time, one door is open that has always been closed. Unaware, I glance inside as we pass, but the contents of the room bring me to a stop. Adam soon realizes that I'm not with him, and he turns.
My hand pushes the door further open. It's a boy's room—that's clear. Not a little boy, but what I would assume to be a teenage boy's room. /"What is this?/" I ask Adam.
/"That was my brother's room,/" he says.
My hand springs from the door as if it has suddenly become searing hot. /"Oh, sorry,/" I mutter and quickly bring the door to its previous position.
We enter the master bedroom and he places my bag down for me to unload. /"My parents kept his room,/" Adam says. /"I couldn't take it down either./"
/"Of course,/" I say.
/"I never told you what happened to him. How he died./"
