#closed:beth

Her fingers rapped nervously against the wood in front of her. This door was the only thing that stood between her and a stomach and chest full of anxiety. She could feel it growing already - a warm cream cloud in coffee spreading like a wildfire. Fuck. It was about time they faced this head-on. Clearly there was a lot that needed to be said. “Beth?” She spoke up, a small crack splitting open her voice. Fuck. Des cleared her throat. “It’s Destiny.”