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I, Regina hunt. Mills? No, I married Graham the sheriff of Storybrooke. Well he was the sheriff until Emma Swam moved into town. She worked there with him for many months. She taught about other parts of the world. How the crime here was so little.

Graham and I married. We decided to let Miss. Swan be sheriff of the town now. Neal, Henry's biological father came looking for Miss. Swan. They got back together, asking for Henry. It was hard for me but Miss. Swan and I came to the agreement that we were sharing Henry now.

Snow became mayor of the town, when Graham and I moved to New York.

One year later.

Graham was a sheriff in New York City. Me? I stayed at home while he worked. He walked up behind me touching my hips that were under a black fitted dress.

"Mmm" He said pressing his lips to my exposed shoulder.

"Yes Graham?" I asked looking in the mirror seeing his left hand sliding down to the edge of my dress that reached my knees.

"You're tempting me, in this skin tight dress." His hot breath tickled down my neck giving me the shivers.

"I'm sorry, but you have work in twenty minutes." I replied hinting that he wasn't going to get anything before work.

"I can do a lot in twenty minutes." He retorted which earned his hand a slapping.

I gave him a warning glare in the mirror since he was looking into it as well. His cold stare didn't have any effect on my glaring. His expression wasn't to please that I turned him down. I knew why too- that it was….

"We haven't in months Regina!"

"You can't be late to work, Graham. I have plans to eat with some friends." Walking away fetching my purse and keys. That was an excuse- lie so he wouldn't get his way this time. Not having magic here was hard on me, but he couldn't care any less.

"Whatever!" He scoffed as I walked out of the door. No goodbye kiss, no hug, no nothing. I trust he would be safe at work. Shouldn't there, New York City wasn't a city that slept. The crime rates were always high so he was always busy. I hate it. He was never home, it seemed like. Late nights, over hours. Yes, the money was good but I didn't see my husband.

I went down stairs walked across the street to the café. This café was almost like Granny's. It reminded me so much of Storybrooke, maybe that's why I like it so much. They knew my order by now since I been coming here almost a year. I sat alone by the window with my donut and coffee. My mind spinning in loops about Graham and I. Were our marriage fading? No that couldn't be, we were happily married. At least that what I kept telling myself.

"Regina?" A voice that I haven't heard in a long time.

"Robin?" I looked up seeing him sitting across from the table in front of me. "What are you doing here?"

"I saw you thru the window." He smiled at me.

That didn't answer my question. What was he doing here? Why was he out of Storybrooke?