It was a Sunday, and though Regina would be home, it was really the only time she could see Henry.

As Sheriff, Emma had been forced to do a lot of paperwork this week when someone who had been missing and apparently dead turned up in the parking lot of Granny's, somehow alive and well. Okay, well was a relative term, but she was definitely alive.

She had first been in charge of getting Katherine's statement as to what had happened to her in the time she had been gone, but that job seemed to be a lost cause when Katherine claimed to have amnesia and was instead taken to the hospital to be examined for injuries that might have caused the amnesia. In other words, she had no idea what had happened to her.

Next, Emma was swamped with paperwork, filing to drop the charges against Mary Margaret as the 'murder' she had been charged with had apparently never occurred. Everyone was beyond confused at this turn of events and the paperwork was therefore quite complicated. It was difficult, after all, to write up a plausible explanation as to how a missing person's heart could be found in a box and yet a few days later that very person could turn up, heart in chest, beating. Emma issued more tests on the specimen. Even if it wasn't Katherine's, someone was missing a heart and it was still important to find out who that was. It was gory work, and had taken all week to complete. She had even had to come in yesterday to make sure that no one had filed a missing persons report recently for Storybrook or any of the surrounding areas (not that anyone ever came to Storybrook, by accident or on purpose).

But now it was Sunday, the investigation was on hold until more information could be obtained, and she wanted to at least try to see Henry, even if Regina forbade it. Putting her car into park on the side of the street, Emma walked up the driveway to the mayor's house. She rang the doorbell and prayed for Regina to be in a good mood today (was that ever the case?)

The mayor opened the door. Odd, usually Henry raced down the stairs to beat her to the door.

"Sheriff Swan, can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you'd let me see Henry today. I've been so busy with the whole Katherine debacle and I'd really like to see him now that I have a day off."

Regina grinned in a way that made Emma dread what news Regina was going to give her.

"Henry doesn't want to see you," Regina replied, gleefully.

"What?"

"You heard me, now please leave."

Frustrated with Regina, Emma walked down the driveway and back to her car. She could find another time to see Henry if Regina was going to be difficult; there was no point in starting something with Regina. As she turned back to the house, however, she saw Henry gazing out of the window at her. As they looked at each other, she saw in his eyes an emotion she'd never seen from him before: betrayal.

Regina really hadn't been lying. Henry wanted nothing to do with her. But the question was –why?