Curiosity Takes Over
After returning home, I couldn’t shake the nagging questions swirling in my mind. Alan’s transformation was too dramatic to ignore, and my curiosity finally got the better of me. Quietly, I tiptoed toward his room, hoping to find some clue—anything that might explain what I had witnessed over the past two days. Each creak of the floorboards made me flinch, but my resolve was stronger than my guilt.
I opened drawers gently and scanned his bookshelves with a slow, deliberate gaze. Nothing seemed overtly suspicious at first, but I kept going. It wasn’t about snooping—it felt more like trying to solve a puzzle that Alan had left half-finished. I wasn’t sure what I expected to find, but the hunger for answers had taken root, and I needed at least a glimpse behind the curtain of his sudden independence and energy.
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