Tracey sighed and wiped at her eyes. "I had to destroy…something that made me really happy to. One of the only things…" Would it matter now? A little truth might help Heidi and her. There was little risk, Trace had decided, so she told her that.
"What?" she asked, hearing Heidi scoff.
The smell of booze always made Tracey nauseous. It always made her think of Heidi and her problem. It was such a sour smell and it was vile to her. Remaining where she was, she looked over at the kitchen table.