She's Mine, He's Back.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Tru sat at the dining room table, a folded handkerchief in one hand and an untouched cup of tea in the other. She used to love drinking Chamomile tea; it was her favorite. She used it to wind down before bed or calm her nerves on a hard day. It was sweet of Sonny to always fix it for her when he could tell she was anxious. But lately the sight of it just made her want to hurl. So many things that she used to find comforting just weren't anymore. Sonny sat in the chair next to her, it was pulled away from the table slightly and angled towards her.

He studied her, watched her every move. She could see the concern that flooded his features, the helplessness that lay in his eyes. She wanted to tell him that she was fine. She wanted to tell him he was doing everything right and she felt one hundred percent safe in her home with him. That she knew nobody could harm her while he was near. But instead, she just sat there, staring blankly at the taunting cup of chamomile tea.

Carisi opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it again, deciding against whatever he was going to say.

"There's no sign of forced entry," Rollins said as she came into the kitchen.

"I know he has a key," Tru said flatly.

Rollins narrowed her eyes on Tru, almost in amusement. "What are you talking about?"

"Last week my keys were missing for most of the day, then they suddenly appeared in plain sight on my desk. Carson must have taken them and made a copy." Tru said. "That's how he got in. We were supposed to change the locks, but haven't had a chance yet..."

Rollins looked at Carisi, an eyebrow raised, "But you said you saw him at the time of the alleged break in, right?"

"Alleged?" Tru snapped. Carisi took a deep breath and stood to his feet, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"Yes,"

"Okay, we'll get back to that later..." Rollins disapproved but turned her attention to Tru. "Look, I know how much stress you've been under...maybe you had a bad dream?"

Tru rolled her eyes, "I'm not crazy, I know the difference between a dream and reality."

"Well, I know that someone can't be in two places at once." Rollins said.

Tru brought her hands to her neck, her fingers laced around the back of it, digging into her skin in frustration. "I know," she said finally.

"Then it must have been someone else," Carisi spoke up. "I believe Tru, if she said someone was in our home then someone was in our home."

Rollins stared at Carisi for a few moments before speaking, she didn't buy it, she had her doubts and it showed. She let out a sigh, "Okay," she conceded, "I'll check with the super in the morning and see if the security cameras caught anything."

"Thanks Rollins," Carisi said as he followed her to the door. He shut and locked it behind her, then put the chain lock on.

Sonny walked back into the kitchen and lingered in the doorway for a second. He looked at Tru, her hair pulled up in a bun, her cardigan pulled tightly around her, her eyes were red and puffy from crying. She was staring off into the distance, her mind lost in her own thoughts.

"Jesus, Sonny," she said finally, Sonny prepared himself for the third degree about where he'd been and what he'd been doing. He thought she would tell him how stupid it was to be following Carson, how it was dangerous, and he didn't need to be doing that. But instead, what she said was; "What the hell is going on?"

Sonny came closer, slightly relieved that she wasn't going to press him about his activities tonight. "I don't know, but I'm gonna figure it out."