Leila sat up in the attic in the house. Sure, there were other, nicer rooms to spend time in, but she liked looking through the old things her family kept up in the attic. The young girl had to whole room set up nicely. There was a bean bag chair, an ancient computer, and some old magazines, on top of the piles of boxes. Leila trailed her fingers along each box at her eye level. "Henry", "Baby", "Leila", "1983", "1986", "Boston", "New York". This room had all the things from Leila's family's life. Leila pulled out her box, she hadn't looked through it in a while. There were old toys, a ds, clothes from when she was younger and all sorts of junk. The young brunette stuck her hand in and reached down to the very bottom where her hand touched what felt like paper. She pulled it out and there was a yellow envelope. "DON'T OPEN" it read.

Leila smirked and ripped it open.

The first thing she saw was a paper, it was a missing poster. There was a picture of a little girl, a toddler, with dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. She was looking directly into the camera, a cute smile on her face. Leila recognized the little girl, it was her. What she didn't get was why her picture was on a missing poster.

"Missing! Rose Johnson, two, has been missing since June 2, 2020. Noticeable features: birthmark above eyebrow, green eyes. If found call number below."

Leila stared at the date on the paper. That was her birthday.

"Mommy!" Leila called as she ran down the stairs, a sour expression plastered on her face.

"Leila! Darling, are you alright? You look pale." Regina immediately lifted her wrist onto the girl's forehead, but she pulled away.

"Who's Rose?" She lifted the paper up so that her mother could see and watched as the woman's eyes widened.

"Where did you get that?" Regina whispered as she grew pale herself. "Give it to me."

Leila backed up, suddenly afraid of the her. What if she really did kidnap her. "No. Tell me, who's Rose?" She asked again.

"Baby, please. Give me that paper. I promise I'll tell you everything."

"How do I know? I don't even know who I am! Did you and-and Mom kidnap me?"

"Emma." Regina scolded as the blonde almost tripped over a wire. They had to stay quiet. They had to get that child.

"Sorry!" Emma said a little too loud and was met by a death stare from Regina.

"I don't know why they would have wires on the floor anyway. Imagine how they could hurt the little girl."

The pair checked quietly in each bedroom until they saw what looked like a nursery. It was obviously still painted for a baby, the Johnsons must not have gotten around to repainting it. In the corner of the room was a toddler bed. Emma approached it slowly and waved a hand over the toddler sleeping in it, she then reached down and gently took the little girl into her arms.

"Alright. Lets go home."

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