A/N I know having multiple stories going at once is a sin, but I couldn't keep this one to myself anymore! I was inspired greatly by Ghost Whisperer, even though it's going to be completely different, I really was just inspired by the premise. I own nothing but the mistakes, those beauties are all mine. Enjoy!

"You are meddling in areas of the universe that aren't to be meddled in, Regina," Cora scolded, "If you choose to continue doing this, you will only be left scared, alone, and heartbroken-"

"Why can't you see the beauty in what I can do?" Regina argued, her young eyes pooling with tears as they have the same conversation they've been having for years, "I get to help these people find closure and acceptance. If I couldn't, they'd be stuck here."

"Sure, the people you've helped so far have been nice. But, what happens when you meet one who is a little darker than you're used to? What happens when it's someone you know?" Cora suggested, "What will you do then?"

"Daddy understands this, why can't you?"

Cora stopped arguing at this point as she walked from Regina's bedroom with Regina storming behind her, "You know what, I'm done with this. I can't be around you. You have driven me to this, Regina."

"Driven you to what?" Regina screamed as they entered her parent's room. Cora walked towards the closet and retrieved a fully packed suitcase and tossed it on the bed with a sigh, "What is that?" Regina asked quietly, confusion painted in her voice.

"Your father understands this curse you have. His entire family are used to it, but I didn't sign up for it. It terrifies me," Cora explained with annoyance as she walked around the room picking up the odd object here and there.

"That doesn't explain the suitcase." Regina folded her arms and watched her mother intently and then is clicked. Everything pieced together in a second and Regina felt her heart break, "You're..you're leaving us?"

Cora sighed and scrunched her eyes closed, "I have asked you so many times to stop-"

"I see ghosts, Mom. It's not just something I can turn off when it suits you!" Regina cried, walking to Cora and grasping her hands tightly in her own, "What do you need me to do? What can I do to make you stay?" Regina's heart was literally splitting in two, tears streaming down her face as she waited for Cora's answer.

"I love you, Regina," Cora whispered, dropping her hands from Regina's, "But, there's nothing you can do." She lifted the suitcase off the bed and rolled it to the door, leaving a frozen and shellshocked Regina standing by the bed. "Tell your father-"

"Tell him yourself," Regina growled angrily…

"Mom?" Henry's voice pulls her from sleep, "Mom, you need to get up, you're late." He's shaking her softly, coaxing her from the dream that she has way too much. Regina's eyes open slowly and she smiles at her growing boy.

"Good morning," she grumbles while pushing herself up in her bed, "Wait, did you say I'm late?" Filled with panic, she looks over at her clock, "Shit!" She yells and jumps out of bed towards her bathroom.

Henry starts laughing at her cursing and her panicked rushing, loudly, as he makes her bed for her (badly, but it's the effort that counts, right?) Regina comes out of the bathroom with her toothbrush in her mouth, "Are you laughing at me?" She asks incoherently, toothpaste slipping from the corners of her mouth, making Henry laugh more, "Alright, get ready for school," she demands after removing the toothbrush with an eye roll.

"Okay," Henry giggles walking to his room and begins getting ready for his school day.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Regina shouts through the apartment after she got dressed for work and packed extra clean work clothes into a bag.

"Omelette?" Henry yells back from his room, "Unless you don't have enough time."

Regina walks by his bedroom on the way to the kitchen, peering her head in, "I always have time to make my son breakfast," she tells him with a wink, "You get all your homework done?" His face tells her that he hasn't so she scowls at him playfully, "Come do it while I cook."

She makes their omelettes; ham and green pepper with the tiniest amount of cheddar. He closes his math book just as Regina's placing a plate in front of him, "All done?"

"Yup," Henry tells her, digging into the eggy goodness.

"Juice?" Henry nods with a mouthful of food and mumbles a thank you when she places the glass of orange juice next to his plate.

"So, how come you slept late today? You've been doing it a lot more lately," Henry asks, with only slight concern.

As she finishes her bite, Regina shrugs her shoulders earned an annoyed look from Henry. They are always honest with each other, "I've been having weird dreams, lately," she admits with a sigh.

"About the ghosts?" he asks innocently.

"No, Henry. Not about the ghosts, and you know I don't like to talk about that," she reminds with a frown.

He scoffs, "Come on, Mom. I'm almost thirteen, I can handle this stuff."

Regina sighs, partly because she knows he is right, and who can blame him for being curious about it? But, her gut tells her not to challenge him anymore today, so she stands up to clear their plates, "You should head across to Emma's before school, I don't want you to be here alone."

"Whatever," he sighs, standing and lifting his book bag. Was it hormones or did she genuinely just piss him off all the time? Who knows, but this attitude of his was just typical at this point. When the front door slams without so much as a goodbye from her boy, she sighs heavily.

Seeing the dead is both a blessing and a curse. Well, at this point in her life, Regina considers it much more of a curse than anything else. With trying to maintain a full-time job and raising a son (who is constantly reminding her that he is almost a teenager), trying to avoid the dead that walk the streets of New York City is becoming more and more difficult. But, whether she agrees now or not, Regina Mills has a gift, an extraordinary gift.

She used to think it was extraordinary. During her younger years, she loved helping the wandering spirits who had unfinished business in our world. Sometimes they just needed to relay one last I love you to someone, or sometimes it was a tad more complicated. It was such a fulfilling experience to bring closure to a spirit and a family and witness someone accepting their death and move on… but Regina doesn't do that anymore.

Every morning as Regina walks to work she realises how her Mother was always right, she had always been meddling in areas that she shouldn't have. Regina became a trainee paramedic by the time she was twenty two and her boyfriend at the time, Daniel, was always extremely supportive of her (and was one of the few people who knew about her ability). But, after he died, Regina began to lose faith in her gift… and when she found out she was pregnant mere weeks later, she decided to abandon everything; her gift and her job. Now, Regina is a nurse at a free clinic, not quite as exciting (for lack of a better word) as her last job as a paramedic, but she enjoys it nonetheless and it's very unlikely that she meet a spirit at a clinic for the alive and somewhat well.

As she walks to work this morning, she has her head hung low, like she does every morning. It took her a long time to grasp quite how difficult it is to avoid spirits on the street when you accidentally make eye contact with them; once a spirit knows that you can see them, they follow and very rarely leave you alone. So, now she spends more time staring at the cracks in the pavement than she does at the faces that pass her.

As she shuffles through the main building of the clinic, she is greeted by an overly perky Mary Margaret and a strange chilly feeling up her spine, "Good morning, Regina!"

With a forced smiled, "And you. Sorry I'm late," she apologises, looking down to her wristwatch and seeing that she is, in fact, over thirty minutes late - maybe she should have skipped breakfast with Henry… Who is she kidding? It was totally worth it.

"Don't worry about it," Mary Margaret assures, "It happens to the best of us." She reaches down on her desk and picks up a coffee cup with a cursive Regina written on the side and pushes it in Regina's direction, "It's kind of cold, but I got your usual."

Regina smiles, genuinely, and takes the coffee from her, "Mary Margaret, you are a saint. I could kiss you." Mary Margaret giggles as Regina walks around the reception desk and deposits her bag underneath, "How many appointments have we had so far?"

"Only two, but there is one scheduled for ten minutes. They're in the waiting room. Roland Locksley. You're good with the kids, you want?" Mary Margaret offers the blue medical file over to Regina as she is still sipping at her luke-warm cappuccino.

Flipping it open, she skims over it; seven year old, sore throat and a fever, "Sure, I'll take this one. Who'd he come with?"

"Just his father," Mary Margaret reaches over for the sign in sheet and uses her finger to find the name she is looking for, "Robin Locksley… Aw, Roland and Robin, that's kind of cute, don't you think?"

"Whatever you say, dear," Regina sniggers and she downs the last of her coffee, "Alright, I'll go do their prep. Who are they seeing? Your dad?"

Mary Margaret nods and Regina walks into the waiting room and looks for a lone father and son, but she doesn't see them… but she feels something odd and familiar; a chill, a chill that sends a shiver up her spine.

She shakes it off quickly and clears her throat, "Locksley? Robin and Roland Locksley?"

When a tired, husky British accent calls out from the corner of the waiting room, Regina turns her head to look at them but immediately freezes. There's Mr. Locksley, a very handsome gentleman indeed, and his equally adorable son, but they are most definitely not alone.

Now Regina remembers the significance of the chill she had felt just moments earlier and as they are walking towards her, she is trying very hard not to make eye contact with the woman who is with them, "Uh, this way," Regina mutters and turns her back to them, walking towards their exam room.

When they are inside, spirit and all, Regina tosses Roland's file on the desk and tells them that she'll be right back before leaving with a quick closing of the door. She power walks back to the reception area, "Mary Margaret, you need to take this one."

"What, why?"

"Because," she starts, with a shaky voice, looking around to make sure everyone else is out of ear-shot, "They're not alone," Regina whispers and Mary Margaret's eyes widen. Mary Margaret has known Regina since they were teenagers, so she was well aware of what Regina can do. And she is also one of many people who told Regina that ignoring her abilities was a terrible idea.

"Alright, so deal with the boy and send them home."

"Please do this for me."

"Nope," Mary Margaret tells her and Regina's mouth drops open.

"What do you mean no? This is bad, Mary Margaret, what if she realises that I can see her?"

"Then you'll do what you were born to do, Regina. I didn't agree when you started ignoring your gift… and now, as your, boss," Regina scoffs with crossed arms, "I am telling you to get in there and do your job."

"You can really be a bitch sometimes," Regina scowls with angry eyes.

"Maybe you'll thank me one day," Mary Margaret tells her with a laugh and points to the exam room corridor, "Now, go."

After releasing her overly dramatic, childish groan, Regina turns back to the exam room where she left the Locksley's and their ghost. She stands outside the door for a moment, considering all of her options. She could run, but she'd probably get fired. Maybe she can pawn them off on someone other than Mary Margaret? Her mind is reviewing all possibilities, but ultimately it's the poorly sounding cough from within the exam room that makes up her mind.

She enters the room, not even looking for the unwanted spirit, and frowns when she see's the young boy coughing hard, curled up on his father's lap. Robin is rubbing Roland's back affectionately, but it's offering the small boy very little comfort.

"Hi, Roland. I'm Regina," she offers happily while pulling over a stool to sit in front of him. "So, you have a sore throat, huh?" Roland sits up straight Robin's lap and nods sheepishly, "Alright, well how about I take your temperature and have a quick listen to your heart and lungs before Dr. Blanchard takes a look at your throat?"

"Okay," Roland croaks, Regina giving him a supportive smile and patting his knee before reaching over for her thermometer and stethoscope. When she turns back to face Roland and Robin, the spirit in the room has moved to stand right next to her and Regina jumps with fright, dropping her stethoscope.

"Nice one, Robin. You bring him to a clinic with clumsy nurses," the ghost jokes, frowning when it doesn't illicit a response, well not the response she wants anyway…Regina can't help but stare at the woman, with a frustrated eyes and a slightly open mouth; a look as if to say well, if you hadn't scared the shit out of me, but she immediate regrets it and looks away, picking up her stethoscope from the floor.

"You can see me…" the woman whispers, Regina keeping her eyes on Roland, pursing her lips and coughing as if to drown out the voice, "Oh, my God! You can! You can see me."

"Not now," Regina grits through her teeth, causing the woman to hold back, while Regina is holding her thermometer up to Roland's ear.

"What?" Robin asks, concerned, "Is something wrong?" His arms winding tighter around Roland.

"No." The thermometer beeps and she looks at it, "That's quite a fever, young man. I bet your Dad feels like he's gripping onto an oven." Roland giggles at her joke, Robin smiling at the sound. Regina places the stethoscope in her ears and hold the other end to Roland's back, telling him to take a deep breath in and out several times. "Well, your lungs sounds just fine, so that's good. I'm going to have Dr. Blanchard come and look at your throat and you should both be home in no time."

"Thank you," Robin says, breathing out a sigh of relief, "What do you say, Roland?"

"Thank you, Regina," the young boy mumbles before coughing again, Regina patting his knee sympathetically. She scoots over to the sink and pours some tap water into a paper cup and gives it to Roland.

"Sip at it slowly, alright?"

"Can I lie down?" Roland asks Regina, eyeing up the examination bed near the other side of the room.

"Of course, you can." Regina stands and holds her arms out to help him up onto the bed. Once he's comfortable and his coughing seems to have subsided, Regina approaches a worrisome looking Robin and an equally worried looking woman, who Regina is yet to learn the identity of.

"It's probably tonsillitis, it's been making its rounds among the children," Regina offers to Robin with a small smile.

"Right. Yeah, I'm sorry, I just have no idea what I'm doing," Robin mumbles back, rubbing his forehead stressfully, "His mother usually does these things and she… she died about seven months ago."

Regina eyes the woman in the room, her body becoming overwhelmed with the feeling of sympathy for this grief stricken family, "I knew you could see me."

"I'm sorry." Regina delivers both to Robin and his wife, trying to ignore the wide smile that the spirit had on her face.

Robin laughs soberly, "It's not your fault."

"No, I suppose it's not. But, I know what it's like to lose someone you love. It's a horrible feeling and I'm sorry you are feeling it."

Robin nods gratefully at her, "Thank you… Roland isn't handling it too well, he still cries out for her at night." Tears are pricking at the back of his eyes.

"It'll pass," Regina whispers, reaching over to squeeze his forearm, "I'm going to get the doctor and get you both out of here, alright?"

"Thank you, Regina. You've been really great with him… that was the first I'd heard him giggle in months." Regina furrows her brow, trying to recall, "The joke about feeling like an oven?" He reminds.

"Oh," Regina laughs, "Well, that's about as good as my jokes get, I'm afraid."

"I highly doubt that," Robin smiles.

"Can we talk somewhere, now?" His wife's voice interrupts, making Regina groan with a sigh as she closes her eyes.

"I'm going to get the doctor," Regina tells Robin, "Follow me," she whispers, annoyed, so that Robin can't hear and she leaves the room. Regina scurries quickly down the hallway, her new spirit friend walking behind her. As she passes the reception desk, Mary Margaret asks her where she is going.

"I'm going to deal with the problem you've created for me," Regina hisses at the brunette, "Do me a favour and tell your Father that the Locksley's are ready for him." Mary Margaret can't help but laugh as Regina angrily opens the bathroom door, holding it open for the person that Mary Margaret can't see, "Oh, shut up." Regina scowls at her before slamming the door closed.

"You can see me," the woman exclaims.

"Yes, we've established that," Regina crosses her arms after flipping her hair from her face.

"But, how-"

"It doesn't matter how. Why don't you tell me who you are and what you need so you can move on?"

"Marian. Marian Locksley," she reaches out her hand instinctively, but then laughs nervously before retreating, "Sorry, habit."

Regina does show a hint of a smile at Marian's mistake, "It's fine. It happens more than you think," Regina offers, unfolding her arms, making the room seem less tense. "Look… I'm really sorry that your family is going through this, but you just need to move on. They will get better with time-"

"How could you possibly know that? Do you know that it took Robin three days to actually bring him in here?" Marian challenges.

"They're grieving, and Robin is going through a lot of changes without you-"

"It's more than that," Marian tells her abruptly, stopping Regina in her tracks, "He's not just grieving my death. It's not just forgetting to bring Roland to a doctor. He… He blames himself for it."

"Why?" Regina asks, leaning against the sink, letting it hold most of her weight, "What happened to you?"

Marian sighs heavily, her eyes closing painfully as she recalls her death, "I was… I was murdered."

"Oh, God," Regina exclaims pushing up off the sink, "Murdered?" Marian nods slowly, her lip sticking out in a slight pout, "Do they know who? Was it personal?"

"No," Marian dismisses sadly, "It wasn't personal. It was simply a case of wrong place, wrong time. They don't know who it was, yet. The police are investigating."

"I'm lost," Regina mutters, rubbing a hand through her raven hair that falls just below her shoulders, "Why would Robin feel responsible for that?"

"We had a fight," Marian sighs tearfully, "I went for a walk to clear my head…"

"Oh," Regina sighs, piecing together what happened, "You never came home, did you?" As a tear falls down Marian's face, she shakes her head, holding back the sobs that are about to erupt. Regina frowns at her, wanting nothing more than to reach out and comfort her in any way, but she can't; spirits are unable to physically touch anything or feel any touch directed at them, at least the normal ones can't.

"The last thing I told him was that I hated him, and I skipped story time with Roland because I was angry with Robin, I just let him watch a movie instead…" Marian mumbles as her tears became more frequent.

"Marian, you know that's not what they will remember. They will be thinking about the good times-"

"You don't know Robin. I see him talking with his friends, he is distraught over what I said to him. He can't believe it was the last thing he ever heard me say… Regina, I… You have to help me. I need you to help."

She wants to. Regina's gut is screaming at her to help this woman, this family. But, she can't. She can't handle people calling her crazy anymore, and what if something bad happens? Alone, scared, and heartbroken, her mother's voice resonates in her mind.

"Marian, I can't…" Regina frowns.

"Yes, you can," Marian pleads, "I know you can."

"I don't do this anymore-" Regina indicates between the two of them before heading for the door, but stops at the last second, "I hope they find happiness again, Marian. I just can't…I can't get involved in this anymore." She reaches for the handle and storms out of the bathroom, tears threatening to fall down her face as she leaves Marian abandoned.

Mary Margaret is sitting by her desk and looks genuinely concerned when Regina approaches, "How'd it go?" She asks tentatively.

Regina angrily reaches for the backpack she had brought, "How'd it go?" She bites sarcastically, "Oh, I don't know. I just told a murdered woman that I can't help her family find happiness because too shit scared to get involved in this again… I'm taking the rest of the day off, if your father wants to fire me, then fine."

Regina starts to leave the building, but Mary Margaret follows closely behind, grabbing onto Regina's forearm just as the reach the outdoors, "What are you so afraid of?" Regina turns around to face her friend, "Regina, you used to always say that helping spirits made you special, that it gave your purpose… and then you just threw it all away because you experienced a few bad ghosts?"

"Zelena was more than just a bad ghost, she tried to kill my son. And she almost did, she was so powerful, spirits aren't supposed to be able to hurt you, but she… If it weren't for you and Emma, Henry wouldn't be here right now," she reminds her, angrily, "And I saw Daniel and he just left. He just moved on-"

"Because he knew that you'd be fine," Mary Margaret counters, placing her hands on Regina's shoulders.

"Well, I wasn't, was I?" Brushing the supportive hands away, Regina begins to walk and calls over her shoulder with snark, "I'll be in tomorrow, maybe don't throw me to the wolves tomorrow?"

Emma is walking down the stairs and Regina is walking up and Regina can't hold in the groan that leaves her mouth. It's nothing personal with Emma, it's just she knows that Emma will know something's wrong and press the issue.

"Uh-Oh, bad day?" Emma asks, stopping on the step that Regina has halted on.

"You can say that again," Regina mumbles, switching her backpack over from her right shoulder to her left.

"Well, I have," Emma looks at her watch," About ten minutes before I really need to leave for work, you want to talk about it?"

"I appreciate it, Emma," Regina signs, "But, honestly, right now, I just want to go home…"

Emma nods understandingly, and Regina is grateful, "Sure thing, but text me if you need me?"

"Of course," Regina calls as she starts climbing the stairs again, reaching her door, unlocking the lock, and pushing her way inside. Unfortunately for Regina, she is not alone. Marian Locksley is standing in the middle of her living room, staring out the window.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Regina complains, "Did you seriously follow me?"

"You left me very little choice," Marian explains, not turning around, just continuing to look outside.

"Marian, I'm sorry. But, you need to go. Please? I have a son and I have spent years trying to keep him from being exposed to this severely messed up part of my life," Regina is begging, walking to stand in front of Marian so that she can see the seriousness on Regina's face.

"You have a son?" Marian asks, looking at her. Regina nods tearfully, hoping that Marian would decide to leave, "I don't want to cause you any discomfort, Regina, but I don't exactly have a plethora of options, do I?"

Regina sighs, but agrees because whether she likes it or not, Marian is right, "No. No you don't."

"So, please," Marian begs a second time, "Help us. And, if you don't want to do it for me or for Robin, then do it for Roland. He's already lost his mother… Don't let him lose Robin to grief. Please."

Regina exhales heavily, rubbing her hands over her eyes and thinking of the young dimpled boy she had met earlier, "Ugh, fine." Regina has officially caved, "I will help you, but keep it to yourself. I don't need any of your… ghost friends finding out about me. What do you need me to do?"

Marian smiles brightly, clasping her hands gratefully in front of her face, "Thank you," she whispers, "Can you tell him I forgive him? He needs to know-"

"Woah, hold on there. I can't just waltz up and tell him that his dead wife has a message for him. I've done that before, and believe me, it never ends well."

"Ever?"

"Well, sometimes it works out, but it takes a lot of convincing. We should definitely start out with a different approach.

Marian places her forefinger on her lips and taps lightly while she's in thought, Regina tracing the ideas of her mind as well. All is quiet, until Marian has a suggestion, "You mentioned that you lost someone?"

"I did," Regina tells her with a raised eyebrow, "How's that going to help us?"

Why is she here? Christ, this is a bad idea. She's standing outside of an apartment that she's never been to before, guided here by a freaking ghost. It's been years since she's found herself in this position.

"Are you going to knock?" Marian asks, "Because, I usually just walk in through the door, but I'd imagine that's not something you can do?"

Regina laughs nervously, "You'd be correct to assume that… Go ahead, I'll knock in a minute, I just need to figure out what the hell I'm going to say."

Marian smiles gratefully, walking right through the wooden front door of the apartment. Regina grins to herself, realising how much she has secretly missed seeing spirits do that. She shakes off her nerves with a loud cough and reaches to knock three times on the door.

It takes a minute for him to answer, she can hear him shuffling and mumbling through the door. When he opens the door, his face is stricken with confusion and pleasant surprise, "Regina?"

"Yeah, uh… I'm sorry for just showing up like this, but… uh, how's Roland?" Regina fumbles, twisting her fingers together nervously.

"Tonsillitis, just like you said. Do you always conduct house calls to follow up on your patients?" Robin asks with an amused grin.

"Only the really cute ones," Regina jokes, and then groans and her awful attempt, making Robin laugh at her. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here."

"Regina!" Marian calls out from within the apartment.

Sighing, she looks back to Robin, "When you told me about Ma-Your wife," she catches herself, "Forgive me for being forward, but you didn't seem to be handling it very well…"

"Well, that certainly was forward," Robin muttered, folding his arms sadly.

"I didn't mean… Look, I just know what you're going through, and I couldn't stop thinking about you after you left the clinic." She reaches inside her pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper, handing it to him, "This is my number. If you need anything. Anything at all, call me. Whether Roland is unwell, you are feeling upset, or if you want to have a conversation about your day… I just want to offer an ear. When Daniel died, that's all I wanted."

He's looking at her awe, like he'd never been offered something of the sort in his life, "Regina," he starts, looking down at the piece of paper, "This is the kindest, most sincere thing anyone has ever done for me in a long time." His eyes are glistened with tears, and he knows that they are technically still strangers, but he can't resist the urge to hug the woman.

Regina yelps at the sudden embrace, but knows how much he needs it, and makes sure that she lets him be the one to release from their hold. When he pulls back, she frowns slightly, wanting it to last a moment longer. Why? Who knows why but when he apologises and it makes her giggle quietly, telling him to forget about it.

"Anytime," Regina tells him again, pointing at the number, "Really."

"Thank you," he tells her again, Marian smiling widely at her from behind him mouthing a silent thank you as well.

"How was school?" Regina asks Henry as they're sitting down at the dinner table. She made lasagna for the first time in months; with her shortened work day, she actually had the time.

"It was fine," Henry mumbles, playing with his food with his fork, clearly still miffed about what happened that morning.

Sighing, Regina sets her fork down. She has been trying to keep him from her gift for years, but maybe this tame one, she could share, "I met a spirit today."

His head shoots up and Regina laughs through her nose, "And you're willingly telling me about this?" He's eyeing her, trying to find the trap.

"She came into the clinic today," she continues, ignoring is suspecting looks, "Her son was sick."

"Is he okay?" Henry asks, and pride tugs at her heart strings; Henry was always concerned for people's well-being and his question only proved that.

"He's fine," she assures picking up her fork again to continue eating.

"And the spirit-"

"Marian," Regina tells him, "Her name is Marian"

"Marian. Did she need your help?"

"Yes, I'm going to keep and eye on her husband for her," Regina explains and melts inwardly and the proud smile he sends her way.

"That's awesome, Mom. I'm proud of you," he says with no hesitation.

"Really?" Regina's phone dings from the counter behind her, and she reaches over for it.

"Totally. What you can do is amazing, Mom. You need to do what you were born to do," Henry says excitedly.

With a giggle, Regina opens the text message she has received from an unknown number, "You aren't allowed to be around Mary Margaret anymore," she tells Henry with a wink, who just sniggers at her comment.

Regina, thank you, again. How would you feel about meeting for coffee this week? My treat. Robin.

With a smile she can't contain, she replies quickly with one word: Absolutely.

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