At home Henry waited for his mother to finally go to bed and started downstairs careful not to make any noise. He began looking for clues to find out if his mother had anything to do with Emma's death. He looked through everything looking for any kind of clue, any evidence as to where his mother had been at the time the crime had been committed.
But a shadow fell over him after a while. "Henry what are you doing?" Henry turned and looked at his mother. "I..I..Couldn't sleep so I just thought maybe I could start straightening things up a bit, you know make things tidy."
But a knowing gaze from his mother told him straight up that she was not buying that lie. He tried to think of another one, he didn't want to out right accuse her in case he was wrong, what if she was innocent of the crime?what if she didn't even know yet.
Maybe he could tell her and see how she reacts to the news, if she acts surprised then he would know she didn't do it right and that would mean that he could investigate somebody else instead. It would also tell him if he needed to waste time investigating her.
Tears entered his eyes and he said. "Mom, Emma's dead, she's been murdered! In the sheriff's station too! I was the one who found her body!" he sobbed looking into her eyes as he told her looking for any kind of emotion.
Surprise caught him off guard when tears slid down her face, and he pulled him into her arms. "Is she, is she really dead?" she asked softly. Henry nodded surprised very much by this emotion coming from his mother. He could totally see that his mother was sincerely upset, actually seemed sorry that Emma was gone.
And it seemed to be a shock to her. He knew in that moment that she was not Guilty, that his mother was not the criminal, she had not been the one that killed the Savior.
The killer had to have been somebody else. "Who? Mom, who would have wanted to kill the savior of this town? Who hated so badly they would kill her? I love Emma, your my mother, but I still love Emma too!" he sobs. Upset now again himself as tears nearly choked him.
Regina held her son through the night trying to console him, to comfort him but to know prevail, the boy was just to upset, to hurt, to heartbroken. The tears continued to fall down his face, and her face hidden from her son she silently cried herself, letting the tears shed shamelessly down her own cheeks.
A testiment to the secret she kept locked away in her own tiny, black heart. A secret she had never had a chance to tell her little white Swan. The woman she would now give all the magic in her heart to bring back just for a chance to see her pretty little face again.
The woman had somehow wormed her way into Regina's heart and had come to mean something to her, and now that the girl was gone she would never know how she felt, not truly. She wished she could have had just one more chance to let her know how she felt , but even when she was alive it had been impossible for the girl belonged to the Pirate Killian Hook, and could never would never be hers.
Henry himself fell asleep spent in his mother's arms deciding he would be going to investigate Gold next, for that was the only other suspect that he really had on his list, if that went stale he would be lost!