"There's nothing to be sorry for," Tracey snapped. Sighing, she shook her head. "There's nothing to be sorry about," she repeated, a little softer this time. Tracey wasn't in the mood for pity, that would only make it worse. Hopefully Heidi would drop it.
"All right," she conceded. Moving towards the bedroom, she opened the door. Inside was a mismatch of furniture that showed it to be second hand. The room was meticulously clean however. There was a small bed in the corner. Around it was a wide variety of articles and press pictures that chronicled Heidi's career.