Then we headed to the second level where the majority of the bedrooms were located. I led them to the end of the hall to Justin’s and Lyla’s rooms. We made it to Lyla’s first. There was muted lavender on the walls, a color I’d noticed she wore a lot, so I hoped it was a favorite. Two built-in bookcases I’d had the designer fill with books and movies she thought a nine-year-old might like bracketed a window seat.

Two twin beds rested against the far wall, the comforters covered in shimmery stars. And above each were illustrations of constellations. She also had a walk-in closet, and her own bathroom I’d had the designer kit out with supplies.

Lyla walked through the space, her jaw hanging open. “This is mine?”

The look of awe on her face had me biting back a chuckle. “It’s all yours, but we can change anything you want.”

She flew at me, throwing her arms around my waist. “It’s perfect. How’d you know purple’s my favorite color?”

I tugged on a bow in her hair with the same color. “Just a lucky guess.”

She released me and made a beeline for the bookcases, surveying the contents. Anna came up alongside me. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”

I looked down at her. “I wanted to. And they deserve a little spoiling right now.”

She pressed her lips together. “I guess you’re right. Lyla Bean, are you going to keep on the tour with us?”

“Can I stay here? I want to look at my new books.”

“Sure, we’ll come back and get you when we’re done.”

Justin might’ve been a too-cool-for-school teenager, but he couldn’t disguise the look of excitement in his eyes. “Can we see my room?”

“You’re up next,” I assured.

We headed out of Lyla’s room and into the room next door. The designer had gone straight ahead in this room since I didn’t have the first clue what Justin’s favorite colors were. The walls were a pale gray. But the furniture had industrial accents that made the space a bit more unique. She’d also worked in Justin’s love of soccer with prints over the bed and a few signed soccer balls from nearby professional teams dotting his bookshelves. There was also a sitting area where he could have friends over and a full gaming setup.

“This is sick,” he said as he explored the space.

“That’s the good sick, right?”

Justin grinned. “Totally good.” He sobered a bit. “Thank you, Mase.”

“Happy to do it.” They deserved more than this after everything they’d been through. They deserved everything.

Justin moved to the gaming system, checking out the games I’d stocked for him. Anna moved a little closer to me. “I think we’ve lost him, too.”