“Don’t touch anything,” I say, and he stops in his tracks.

“What?” Justin says from beside me.

“I don’t want him to get his fingerprints on the windows,” I say. I don’t want him to touch anything in this house with the fear he might get it dirty, and I can pretty much bet with everything I have, which isn’t much, that I can’t afford to replace anything.

“You can touch whatever you want,” he tells Dylan. “Let’s go see outside.”

He walks past me, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door. We walk out on the terrace that wraps all the way around. “You can see so many boats,” Dylan says, going to the railing and pointing. “Can we eat outside?”

“Sure. It’s a little hot, but if it’s okay with your mom, I’m good,” Justin says, and I look at him and I shrug, not sure what the good answer is. Even his outdoor furniture looks like it’s from a magazine.

“Can we see the rest of the house?” Dylan asks, and Justin smiles at him.

“You are going to flip out,” he tells Dylan and walks back into the apartment. “I’ll show you my room first,” he says. I follow him out of the room and toward the door, but he walks straight to the end of the hall and opens his door. “This is my bedroom,” he says, walking into the room. He flips a switch that I think is for the lights, but the curtains slowly open, and the far wall is also a wall of windows. I try to look at the view, but instead, I look at the unmade bed. The huge king-size bed is in the middle of the room with a wooden wall behind the beige and brown headboard. The side tables look like they are floating on both sides of the bed with lights hanging over them.

“Wow, your bed is huge. Who do you share your bed with?” Dylan asks, and I close my eyes.

“Just me,” he says softly, and Dylan looks at him. I want to say so much, but I don’t. “Now, let’s go check out the best room in the house.”

Dylan follows him out of the room with me right behind as he walks toward the other end of the apartment. “This is a spare bedroom,” Justin says and opens the door to show me a king-size bed with a light gray headboard. Two light gray chairs and a round table are arranged at the side of the room with a long mirror dresser against the wall.

“This is a girl’s room,” Dylan says with disdain, and then Justin nods his head.

“It’s where my mom and sisters stay when they visit,” he says. “Now come and see the man room,” he says, and Dylan’s eyes light up.