Running From My Past

"Do you know what's wrong with Dan?" I ask mother, who has been rummaging in her purse for a long time now, probably searching for something that doesn't make sense at all.

"What?" She looked up in surprise. Why are you asking about that? Has he resumed spending time alone in the room?"

"No. He doesn't spend as much time as he does before."

Before the incident that nearly cost his life, Dan spends so much time in his room, to the point it was almost suspicious. But right now, he does nothing of that such anymore.

He still spends time in there, but never as much as he did before.

"Then what makes you think he's acting strange?"

"I don't know. But I have this thing that bothers me. I have this mind that he's not telling me everything."

"Confront him."