"There's a yellow mark in the paint. I can't remember where it came from, or how it got there. I just know it's been there for a while. Though I don't think it was there when I moved in." It was the truth. And probably a little to much so. "I don't know why I never painted over it..." She reached out and touched the spot. It wasn't something that would stand out, if you didn't know it was there. But she knew every inch of this house, enough so that she could walk around it in pitch dark and not run into anythig... So she knew it was there. She knew all the little faults. The fact that she'd been able to find them all, meant that this was truly her house. The one that had been a stones throw from Main Street...
Wetting her lips she thought those three faithful little words. Be Brave Heather. "Tony... There's something I gotta tell you. And you're not going to like it. In fact... I know it's going to down right piss you off." That last bit not much more than a murmur. Be Brave Heather.
She turned to face him. Oh, that smile just made it so much worse. She had to close her eyes to keep from breaking down, or chickening out, catching her lower lip as she felt that tremble creep up on her. Leaning her shoulder against the door frame, she wrapped her fingers around it's edge, as if she were going to hold on for dear life, or she was getting some sort of... strength from it.