A month passed with the new addition to his routine of hardly leaving his room. Two days a week of therapy he wasn't the least interested in. Nothing was easier. Still he closed himself off from his friends. His biweekly outing along with all the other random days got him to thinking maybe he should do more than stay in. But first, his phone came back on, he ignored every message that poured in and went straight to his brother's name. "Hi" he said when his brother picked up.
Tom didn't say anything.
"I know I left and I didn't call or text. Dad said you called a few times."
"That was a month ago."
"I'm sorry. Did he tell you I was fine."
"He said you weren't fine."
He pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, I'm not. Are you?"
Almost thirty seconds passed b
