Bound to Him (Story 2)✔

~Chapter 24~

~Caroline~

"Are we done here? I would like to go see my children now." My arms were starting to ache as I had them crossed firmly across my chest. I'd practically been glaring across an interrogation table at Harrison Marsh for nearly three hours now. Beside him was his partner, an older male with salt and pepper colored hair cut military style.

"Just about and don't worry, Mrs. Specter. Your family is safe." The detective reassured me. I almost laughed. Were they? I truly didn't know these days and I wouldn't be surprised if there was someone else out there, bent on ending my very existence. Obviously neither men before had a problem going through my children to do so. To my utter disappointment, Mitchell Larson's brother hadn't died from the gunshot I had inflicted on him. He was at the hospital now, in surgery. "I just need you to write your statement and don't leave anything out." Harrison said, sliding a yellow notepad across the table in front of me.

I was beyond irritated and I almost asked him why he didn't have me do this before, while he was insisting I tell him over and over again what had happened. At one point I had demanded he let me leave or arrested me. He'd assured me then that I would not be arrested. As I wrote every detail down, both of the men sat in silence. It was enough to kill me. After ten minutes of the pen scratching against the paper, I looked up. "There."

Before I could ask if I could go again, they both rose, grabbing their misc papers from the surface of the table. "We will be in touch, Mrs. Specter." Salt and Pepper said and I nearly jumped out of the chair. Harrison escorted me out then and even made of a show of taking me all the way out of the station, to my car. I didn't argue when he said he would follow me in his car to the hotel Sol and the children were at. Followed or not, I was desperate to get my hands on Lydia.

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I could physically see that Lydia and Chris were fine. He was just a little shaken up, Sol had explained when I made it to where they were. The thing I was really worried about was my daughters hearing. Had a gunshot that loud impaired her hearing somehow? Both children had been checked out by the pediatrician, per my orders and were cleared. I wasn't convinced but was far too exhausted to worry about it now.

It was well after midnight and I sat on the sofa that occupied our suite. I had fed Lydia long ago but now that she was sleeping, I just wanted to hold her for a little while. Christopher was sleeping soundly in the middle of a huge bed that made him look far smaller than he was. Sol had just returned from our house that was probably still crawling with CSI. I almost didn't want him to go back there, but we needed things.

"Maybe you should put her down and go take a shower?" Sol suggested, as he sat down beside me and glanced at the TV that was muted on a cartoon that Chris had been watching. Nothing had sounded more amazing then. I was still wearing the clothes that I had put on this morning. Maybe a shower would be a good thing...Maybe it would help me clear my mind. The thing that was bothering me most was Gwen. He had just thrown the poor woman at the bottom of the stairs in the basement, butchered...taken away from a big family too soon.

"You're right." For a moment I didn't move, didn't take my eyes off of the sleeping infant. She was so perfect...a tiny version of all me with her Daddy's eyes. But eventually, I did get up and put the baby in her bassinet that was right beside the bed. I was glad when Sol didn't follow me into the bathroom. It's not that I was afraid of having a shower with him, I just didn't want to talk about anything that had happened in the past year. Especially today...My heart was heavy in regards to our maid and I would have been lying if I said I didn't think it was all my fault. 

I imagined I would have stayed under the hot spray of the shower for...hours but in the end I just washed up and got out. I needed to be near my family right now. Once I was dried and wrapped in a soft Hotel robe that was a little too big, I went back into the room where the children were still sleeping. My husband was in the bed now, lying beside our son and staring up at the ceiling. I could tell that he was thinking too hard.