What are you running from?

"There you are!" Someone exclaimed from behind, drawing Issac's attention and it was no other than Oma, his mother, "I have been looking for you all over, son. For a moment there, I feared that you might have taken off without a word like the last time," 

A flash of guilt cut across Issac's expression while watching her climb the final steep set of stairs that opened into the antic. It was pitch dark, but Fae had perfect eyesight, however, his mother turned on the Fae light when she came in, standing in the middle of the cramped space with her arms akimbo. 

"Good thing that I clean out the attic regularly, otherwise you would have coughed your lungs out from the dust, don't you think so?" Oma stated sweetly, yet her accusing gaze bored into his and Issac knew why.