I heard a thump, then Tru’s laughter, and I smiled in response.
Wait a minute. What was Tru doing in my house?
I felt sticky and gross, so I figured the answer to that could wait long enough for me to clean up. A shower and a new set of clothes, and I felt better than I had when I woke up. I took the water bottle with me and padded through the house and into the kitchen. Tru stood at the stove, stirring something in a big pot, and both dogs sat nearby, clearly hoping for a scrap of whatever he was cooking.
I cleared my throat and watched him jump.
“Oh, you’re up! How do you feel? Any better?”
“A little bit. What are you doing here?” I hadn’t meant to ask it so bluntly, but at least I didn’t sound accusing.