We walk down a long hallway, and the walls are lined full of pictures. There are pictures of Justin on the ice celebrating and then another of him with what looks like his whole family around the Stanley Cup. Three huge sweaty guys in jerseys with Matthew standing in the back wearing a suit with a huge smile on his face. Then a couple of a huge family in front of a Christmas tree. One when he got drafted, and he looks like a little boy. “This is the man’s room,” he says. Opening the door, he turns on the light, and Dylan gasps.

The whole back wall is a television. A white chest sits under it with all the game consoles you can think of. Three bean bags are on the floor in front of it but then behind the bean bags is the most massive U-shaped couch I have ever seen in my life. With over twenty throw cushions, I was wrong before. This is where you want to sit and take a nap. “Does this TV play movies?” Dylan asks, and Justin nods. “I want to do movie night in here.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Justin says, and I’m at a loss for words.

“What do you want to watch?” Justin asks Dylan.

“I don’t know,” Dylan says, and Justin hands him the remote.

“Here, find something while your mom and I go talk about dinner,” he says, and Dylan grabs the remote and goes to sit on one of the bean bags.

“Don’t touch anything,” I whisper, and he ignores me while he watches the huge television. I follow Justin out to the family room.

“It’s time to have a talk,” he says. Looking at me, he takes his baseball hat off and tosses it onto the big wooden table. “Are you going to sit?” he asks, and I just shake my head. Right before he starts to talk, the doorbell rings.

Chapter Twenty-One

Justin

She stands in the middle of the room not moving. Ever since we walked into the room, she hasn’t touched anything, and when Dylan was going to touch the window, I thought she was going to throw up. I toss my hat on the middle of the table, hoping for her to see I don’t care about all this stuff.

“Don’t move,” I say to her when the doorbell rings.

“I’m not going to move,” she mumbles under her breath. I go to the door and open it to find Raul, one of the security guys.

“Hey,” he says, handing me a brown box. “This just came for you.”

“Thank you,” I say, closing the door and walking back into the living room. So help me God, I don’t even think she was breathing while I was gone. Putting the box on the island, I walk over to her and grab her hand, bringing her to the couch with me.