Hey guys! Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews on the last chapter it really means a lot. So I haven't kept you waiting too long to find out what happens. It was strange to write a sad Sarah instead of her usual sarcastic self. I hope you enjoy it. thanks again my lovelys.
You're my mother,' Sarah's tone was unreadable as she stared at Regina waiting for her to confirm what she already knew.
'I…I,' Regina stammered unable to find the words, feeling that anything she said would make it worse.
'You knew,' Sarah turned her gaze to Emma.
Emma felt her heart break slightly at the hurt look in her daughter's eyes.
'I am so sorry,' Emma took a step forward but her daughter took another step towards the door.
'How could you do this to me?' her voice cracked slightly. The teen couldn't deal with looking at the two women anymore as she turned and ran out the loft. She opened the door into the night air feeling the harsh breeze hit her face. A few tears fell out of her eyes without her control as she walked quickly down the street.
'Sarah wait!' she heard Emma yell behind her, the clicking heels letting her know Regina was close by.
'Leave me alone,' she kept walking forward refusing to look behind her.
'We have to talk about this!' Regina yelled, these words finally making Sarah turn around in rage stopping in her tracks.
'Talk about what? How you threw me away? How you have treat me ever since I arrived in this town? How you didn't tell me you were my mom,' the teen almost spat at the brunette leaving the Mayor unable to speak. 'And you,' Sarah turned her attention to the blonde, 'you knew about this and you never told me? Didn't you think I had the right to know?'
'You did! I'm sorry I just… I panicked,' Emma wanted to take away all the pain her daughter was feeling but all she could do was watch her fall apart.
'I can't do this right now,' the teen threw her hands to her side exasperated. 'I gotta go,' she went to turn back round but was stopped by Regina's voice.
'Please,' the usual cold confident Mayor whispered the word as she made a final attempt to get her daughter to stay.
'I thought my mother was dead,' the teen looked Regina in the eyes. 'And as far as I'm concerned you are still dead to me,' with that Sarah walked away leaving two heartbroken mothers behind.
'She is never going to forgive me,' Regina choked out, tears falling down her face.
'I don't think she will be in a rush to forgive either of us,' Emma added staring at the space where her daughter had just been.
Sarah walked around the corner so she was out of sight of the two women. She leaned against the wall trying to breath, unable to control her emotions. As the mascara tears continued to stain her cheeks she pulled her phone out of her pocket dialling the familiar number.
'Hello?' She heard a gruff voice answer.
'It's me. Can you come and get me?'
Emma spent another night without sleep worrying about her daughter. She had rung her over 20 times and had sent 7 texts but still there was no reply.
'Still heard nothing?' she heard a soft voice behind her turning to see Mary Margaret. When the teacher returned from the party to find an upset Emma, the blonde had blurted out the whole story unable to keep it to herself.
'No, but I'm not exactly surprised,' Emma sighed leaning against the kitchen counter.
'Storybrooke's a small town she couldn't have gone far,' Mary Margaret tried to reassure her.
'You don't know my daughter. Once, when she was 9, I told her she couldn't see Josh because she was grounded so she climbed down the fire escape and caught two trains across town to his place,' Emma remembered how worried she had felt when she saw that her little girl wasn't in her room and the relief that took over when Josh's grandad rang to say she was safe with them.
'She definitely has your spirit,' Mary Margaret laughed.
'That she does,' Emma smiled in agreement but it soon fell back to a frown. 'I should have told her the truth shouldn't I?'
'It might have been best,' Mary Margaret said sadly knowing Emma didn't need her to answer that question. 'But you can't think about what you can't change. You need to focus on the here and now and the heartbroken little girl whose world has just been turned upside down. Maybe Regina's heard something?'
'I doubt it. Sarah hates her more than me,' Emma sighed.
'At least it's a start,' the teacher continued.
Before Emma could answer her phone rang. She leapt for the small device everything in her hoping it was Sarah. 'Hello?' her body deflated as she heard Mr Clark on the other end of the phone instead of the teen. 'I'll be right there,' Emma said before hanging up.
'Everything okay?' the brunette asked in hopes it wasn't bad news about Sarah.
'Just some kids stealing from Mr Clarks store. I better get down there,' Emma grabbed her jacket and headed for the door.
Before she could leave Mary Margaret grabbed her arm. 'Hey, it will be okay,' she gave the blondes arm a squeeze who smiled softly in return before leaving the apartment.
Emma entered the small town store to see Henry leaving with his mother. 'Henry? What happened?' She asked confused why the small boy would be caught up in this.
'Miss Swan, must I remind you that genetics mean nothing. You're not his mother it's all taken care of,' Regina snapped before Henry could answer.
'Genetics mean nothing? You want me to tell Sarah that?' Emma snarled.
'I think it's pretty clear she wants nothing to do with me,' Regina told Henry to wait in the car before she continued. 'Have you heard from her?' she asked her tone changing to worry.
'I thought genetics meant nothing,' Emma retorted.
'Just answer the question,' Regina raised her voice slightly before noticing that all eyes were on the two women.
'No I haven't. I was going to ask you the same thing,' Emma sighed.
'If you do will you please let me know,' without waiting for an answer Regina left the store for Emma to deal with the two thief's.
After finding out that Ava and Nicholas had lied to her about living with their parents Emma drove them back to the apartment where she could keep an eye on them. She quickly explained the situation to Mary Margaret who made the pair some lunch before joining Emma at the other side of the room.
'Do you know them? Do they go to your school?' Emma asked the teacher staring at the two kids.
'I've seen them, but… I had no idea. None of us did,' the brunette answered sadly.
Emma grabbed the file she had got on the kids from the Sheriff's office. She flipped through the pages trying to find out where these two mystery children had come from. 'Ava and Nicholas Zimmer. They said their mother was a woman named Dory Zimmer. She died a few years ago. No one seems to know or remember her,' Emma read feeling worse for the kids with each passing second. She knew what it was like to have no parents and have to take care of yourself just like her daughter did. At that moment thoughts when back to the missing teen.
'And the father?' Mary Margaret asked pulling the blonde back to the situation at hand.
'There isn't one. At least not one that they now,' Emma answered closing the file.
Before anymore could be said the door to the apartment swung open all four pair of eyes turning in shock. Emma's emerald eyes met the familiar brown ones in front of her: Zachary Parker.
'Speaking of fathers,' Mary Margaret whispered to the blonde, quickly taking the two children upstairs to give the adults some privacy.
'So when were you planning on telling me!' Zac yelled as the others left the room.
'Zac? Is Sarah with you?' Emma asked trying to look over his shoulder to see if the teen was with him.
'Do you really think she would just come back here like nothing's happened?' Zac gave a laugh as he ran his fingers through his hair.
'Okay enough!' Emma finally snapped back. 'What are you doing here?'
'Sarah called me last night to tell me what happened. It is bad enough that you don't tell her that her mother is right under her nose, why didn't you tell me? You didn't think I had a right to know that my child's birth mother was back in her life,' Zac ranted never being so mad at the blonde before.
'Sorry I was a little busy taking care of our daughter to worry about you,' Emma was losing her patience with the man hands going into fists.
'Well you've done a great job of that,' the man's sarcastic comment brought the guilt right back to Emma.
'Is she okay? Please, I need to know,' Emma softened her voice.
Zac waited a few moments and then sighed. 'She will be when she wraps her head around all this.'
'Will she talk to me?' Emma knew there was a slim chance but she had to ask.
'Would you talk to you?' Zac said harsher than he meant to. 'You have really messed up this time Emma. You should have told me.'
'Oh yeah because you have never messed up!' Emma's eyes narrowed as she finally lost it. 'You let that little girl down when she was 6 years old leaving her alone in the world with nowhere to go. I found her and raised her and checked she had everything in life while you were in a cell. You don't get to tell me how to be a parent. You've never been one,' Emma knew she had crossed a line but at this moment in time she really didn't care.
Zac took a step back looking physically wounded by the blonde's words. Without saying anything else the man left the apartment slamming the door behind him. Emma buried her head in her hands wishing she could take back her hurtful words. She needed to see her daughter: she was going crazy without her. At that moment Mary Margaret came creeping down the stairs.
'Are you okay?' She asked softly already knowing the answer.
'I really miss her,' Emma whispered refusing to look at her friend.
'I know you do. She will come back she loves you,' Mary Margaret said softly hoping to reassure the blonde. 'But right now we need to focus on Ava and Nicholas.'
'You're right,' Emma wiped her tears from her eyes and turned to look at the teacher.
'What are you going to do?' Mary Margaret asked hoping Emma had an answer.
'I'm going to look for their father,'' Emma replied determined.
'Do you think he will even want them?' An unsure Mary Margaret asked.
'I don't know. But what I do know, is it's hard enough finding foster families to take one kid that isn't theirs, let alone two. It's their best shot to keep them together,' Emma grabbed her coat and left Mary Margaret to watch the kids.
Emma entered a small building across town hoping to find the information she needed. 'Excuse me Mr…' Emma paused to try and read the long name on the desk, 'Krzyszkowski?'
'Yeah, it's Krzyszkowski. Everyone calls me K' the old man answered getting up from his seat to walk over to the blonde.
'Mr K. I am Sheriff Swan. I'm hoping to look at the birth certificates of Ava and Nicholas Zimmer.'
'Alright, just, uh, fill out this form – in triplicate,' he handed her a form before heading over to the filing cabinet. 'I'm so sorry,' Emma looked up at the apologising man. 'Those documents have recently been removed.'
'By who?' Emma asked not surprised to find out it was Regina.
She marched to the Mayor's office finding the route all too familiar. She stormed in to find a smug Regina at her desk. 'Where are their birth certificates?' Emma asked in a cold voice knowing Regina knew what she meant.
'Don't worry Miss Swan. You can relax. I've contacted social services. Turns out these kids are on their own. They need help,' Regina explained.
'Which is exactly what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to find their father,' Emma knew it was a waste of time trying to get through to Regina but she had to try.
'Well, he doesn't exist,' the brunette handed Emma the birth certificates before walking across the room to get a drink. 'Well of course biologically he exists. But there's no record of him,' Regina continued as she poured the drink. 'Which means we have no choice – these children need a home, so they will be put into the foster system.'
'Storybrooke has a foster system?' the blonde found it unlikely that such a small town would have those resources.
'No, but I've contacted the state. Maine's group homes, unfortunately, are filled but they put us in touch with two homes in Boston – a boy's and a girls,' Regina smirked to herself happy to be getting rid of the two nuisances.
'They're separating them?' Emma asked sadness taking over her features.
'I don't like it either,' Regina took the smirk off of her face to look at Emma. 'But we've got no choice. You need to have them in Boston tonight.'
'Me?' Emma really didn't want to be the one to ruin the childhood of two innocent children.
'Well, you wanted to be Sheriff. This is what Sheriffs do. Yes, you're taking them,' Regina demanded in a low voice.
'No. I promised them they wouldn't be separated,' Emma stood her ground, no longer scared of the fiery brunette.
'Well, then perhaps you should stop making promises you can't keep. These children need a home. I'm just trying to fine the best one.'
Emma stormed to the door having nothing more to say. She paused in the doorway a question coming to mind, turning on her heels to face the brunette once more. 'What happened to Sarah's dad?'
A look flashed across Regina's face which the blonde couldn't read. 'He died of a heart attack a long time ago,' Regina answered simply turning her back to the blonde to tell her their conversation was over.
'I hate your mother,' Zac slammed the door of his room at Grannys directing his angry words to his daughter sat on the bed.
'Which one?' his daughter countered.
'The blonde one,' Zac answered bitterly throwing his jacket across the room.
'Amen to that,' the brunette agreed as Zac began to pace the room.
'How could she not tell me? How could she not tell you?' Zac mumbled walking back and forth.
'Can you please stop that you are making me anxious,' the teen threw a pillow at her father forcing him to stop. He let out a long sigh before sitting on the edge of the bed.
'I just never saw this coming,' he said softly calming down.
'And you think I did? I didn't think that my mother's long lost son would show up forcing us to move to a strange town where the mother that raised him turns out to be my long lost mother,' Sarah still couldn't wrap her head around it all. 'Someone up there has it out for me and I bet it's your mother,' Sarah grumbled to her dad causing him to laugh.
He was happy that the girl's sarcasm seemed to be back after how upset she had been the previous night. However, he noticed her eyes were red and puffy from fresh tears that had fallen and she looked as white as a ghost.
'Maybe you should talk to Emma,' the brown eyed man suggested.
'Are you crazy?' Sarah exclaimed confused why her dad would even suggest it.
'Hey, I'm not exactly Emma's biggest fan right now and this isn't for her – it's for you. You need to sort this out in your own head and you can't do that until you talk to her.' Zac explained hoping his daughter would see reason. 'I'm not telling you what to do. Just think about it.' He kissed his daughter on top of the head before getting up to get some lunch.
Sarah arrived at the Sheriff's station finding her feet glued to the floor outside the building. She didn't know if she was ready to face this yet but a part of her knew she had to. Taking a deep breath, she headed into the building walking slowly down the halls. It wasn't long till she reached her mom's office: just in time to hear Henry ask about his father. Sarah stood out of sight to listen interested to hear the story herself. She heard her mom talk about the fireman she had once loved and about their past together. It made her smile to think about a happy time in her mom's life, Emma never shared stories about her past: no matter how much the teen begged. The smile soon left her face as she heard that he had died. She closed her eyes and winced knowing how sad Henry must feel never getting to know him. Sarah wanted to rush in there and comfort her brother but she knew she couldn't. She was too caught up in her own drama to be any use to him.
'Do you have anything of his? Something you can remember him by? Something I could see?' the teen heard Henry ask their mother.
'I… I don't,' that suddenly gave Emma an idea but before she could act on it she saw her curly brunette child in the doorway. She felt a breath catch in her throat as she stood up.
'Hey Sarah,' Henry smiled before looking at his mom. 'I got to go,' he quickly mumbled knowing the two need privacy. Sarah put a loving hand on her brother's shoulder as he headed out the door.
'Hi,' Emma whispered which Sarah acknowledged with a nod. The young girl's hair was pulled in a messy ponytail and she was wearing a lot less make up than usual. The blonde knew her daughter wasn't her usual self. 'I'm so sorry,' Emma heard herself say hoping the brunette would truly hear her this time.
'I know,' Sarah answered softly feeling the anger she felt for the blonde leave her system. 'I understand why you didn't tell me,' Emma took a step forward with a smile but her daughter began to retreat. 'Just because I understand doesn't mean I forgive you. You were the one person who I trusted more than anything and it turns out you knew this big secret about my life and you weren't even going to tell me,' Sarah's voice was quieter than normal as she tried her best not to breakdown.
'I just didn't want you to get hurt,' Emma felt tears form in her eyes as her daughter's words cut her like a knife.
'Well how do you think I feel now,' the teens voice had grown colder as the emotions from last night came flooding back. 'Look I didn't come here to fight,' the teen continued trying to gain back some control. 'I just need time to deal with this. And that means time away from you too,' Emma just nodded at her daughter's words knowing if she spoke the tears would fall. Sarah saw her mom's heartbroken expression and wanted desperately to change the subject. 'So I hear you are searching for some kids parents?'
'Uh… yeah,' Emma answered looking down at the file on her desk trying to pull herself together. 'I went to see Mr Krzyszkowski to get their birth certificates but their dad wasn't listed.'
'Krzyszkowski?' the teen asked checking she heard right which her mother confirmed with a nod. 'Wow that must take forever to write in your underwear.'
The blonde couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips not realising how much she missed her daughters humour. Even being separated for less than 24 hours was taking its toll she had no idea how she would cope with more time apart.
'Well good luck with it. If anyone can find him it's you,' the teen smiled softly before turning to leave. Just as she was about to turn the corner she turned to look back at her mom. 'Henry seemed like he was onto something with the whole something he could see thing. If Ava and Nicholas had something I'm sure Mr Gold could tell you all about it. He seems to know wonders about unknown objects,' with that the teen left.
Emma had thought the same thing as her daughter about Ava and Nicholas having something of their dads but she hadn't thought about asking Mr Gold for help. The blonde smiled at her daughter's genius and then she saw her leave and emptiness filled her once again.
After getting an old compass from the children who thought it was their dads and talking to Mr Gold, Emma manged to track down the mystery man. It turned out the compass belonged to Michael the local mechanic. After explaining the story to the confused man he looked at the children's file and frowned.
'Not possible,' he said simply handing the file back to Emma and continuing his work.
'Actually, it is,' Emma wasn't about to walk away. She made a promise to these kids and she was going to see it through to the end.
'Well, I'm sorry, but Dory – she wasn't my um… it was just once,' Michael explained and Emma almost face planted her hand.
'Sometimes, that's all it takes.'
'I met her when I was camping and we, um… no. It's not possible. I don't have twins.' The man rambled trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
'Do you need someone to give you a sex education lesson? Possibly with dolls and a projector,' Emma turned to see her daughter beside her with her usual sarcasm.
'What are you doing here?' Emma asked in disbelief.
'I thought you could use some back up,' the brunette answered never taking her eyes off the man in question.
Emma finished smiling at her daughter to focus on the man in denial. 'You have twins that have been homeless ever since their mother passed away. You have twins who have been living in an abandoned house because they don't want to be separated from each other. You have twins who are about to be shipped off to Boston, unless you step up and take responsibility for them,' Emma kept her voice calm as she tried to get through to the stubborn man.
'Look – I can barely manage this garage. I can't manage two kids. And why are you so sure they're mine?' Michael was looking for any excuse he could to get out of this. He couldn't handle this.
'Besides the timing…' Emma took the compass out her pocket handing it to Michael. 'Have you ever seen this?'
'I lost this,' Michael stared at the missing object realising what the woman in front of him had said must be true.
'Let me guess – twelve years and nine months ago,' Emma smiled.
After taking another second to look at the compass the man broke out of his trance taking a step away. 'It still doesn't mean I can look after them.'
'Okay that's enough,' the teen began refusing to listen to any more of this. 'I don't know you and I have no idea how you must be feeling but I've got a pretty good idea how Nicholas and Ava must feel right now. It is bad enough to lose parents that care about you but then when you find out your own flesh and blood won't help you – that is just rubbing salt in the wound. I lost my mom when I was a baby and my dad… well let's just say he lost his way, and at 6 years old I was scared and alone. And then Emma…' the teen paused to look at her mom. 'And then Emma came along and gave me a home again,' the blonde smiled at her daughter who returned it before focusing back on Michael. 'Then we moved to this god forsaken town to be near Henry and it turns out my birth mother is here. I know right what are the chances. This woman knew who I was and yet she said nothing. She never came for me instead she shut me out her life and made me feel unwanted and unneeded. Do you really want to make your kids feel that way? Because one day they will find you and you will have to answer to them. And believe me it is not easy to forgive.' Sarah finished her rant leaving a speechless man in her wake as she walked away Emma close behind her.
Regina stood behind a brick wall listening to the events. She had saw the teen head over and she was going to check she was okay until the Mayor heard the commotion. Regina felt her heart sink at her daughter's words knowing she was right. She had shut her out and kept her at arm's length and how was Sarah supposed to forgive her. Regina walked away heading back to her car to take her home. She was right it hurt even worse to lose her daughter a second time.
'Thank you for the support back there,' Emma smiled as the two walked through the streets.
'I did it for Ava and Nicholas. I know what it feels like to be unwanted by your birth parents and trust me it's not fun,' Sarah kept her eyes straight ahead but she could feel her mother's gaze.
'Hey,' Emma took the girls arm to stop her in her tracks. 'You are wanted,' Emma hated that her daughter felt this way and hated even more the woman who had done this to her.
'I'm not so sure about that' the youngest Swan whispered before shaking Emma off her arm and walking away from her.
That night Emma loaded the two kids into her squad car to take them to Boston Regina keeping a close eye on her to make sure she followed through. Henry begged the blonde to change her mind warning her that bad things would happen if she tried to take them out of Storybrooke. Knowing she didn't have a choice Emma drove into the night two sad kids in the back seat. Just before they reached the Storybrooke sign the car began to slow down coming to a stop at the side of the road.
'What happened? What's wrong?' Ava asked slight panic in her voice.
'Engine stalled,' Emma explained pulling out her phone.
'Who are you calling?'
'Help.'
It wasn't long till Michaels tow truck joined them on the empty road parking behind the squad car. Emma walked over to the man who was staring at the two small faces in the car.
'Those are them,' he stated never taking his eyes off of them.
'Those are them,' Emma confirmed. 'I just wanted you to see them. Just once,' Emma saw the man start to doubt himself so she quickly continued. 'I didn't think I could do it either. I gave up Henry because I wanted to give him his best shot. When I saw that he didn't have it, I couldn't leave. I was just as scared – more probably. But once I saw him, got to know him, I couldn't go back. Sarah taught me that I could be a mom and that I wanted to be a mom so when Henry came a long she helped me through it. Those two kids are going to show you that you can be a parent too. If you give them a chance.'
Throughout the whole speech Michael never took his eyes off his kids. They looked just like their mother. 'You taking them to Boston?' He finally asked.
'I don't have to.'
'No, you don't,' Michael responded after a few moments before heading over to talk to his kids.
After telling Mary Margaret the kids were safe Emma headed back out into the night. Why did everyday in Storybrooke fell exhausting? She wondered as the cool breeze sent a shiver down her body. She looked up to see a familiar truck parked on the street and her daughter leant against it.
'Hey,' Emma smiled heading over to the brunette.
'Hey,' she smiled in return.
'I'm here too,' a grumpy Zac yelled from inside the truck.
'Yes hello to you too Mr Happy,' Emma rolled her eyes at the mardy man. 'What's going on?'
'Remember how I said I needed space?' The teen shuffled on the spot not knowing how to say what she needed to.
'Yeah,' Emma answered feeling panic rise inside of her.
'I think the only way for me to do that is to leave Storybrooke for a while,' Sarah looked down at her feet not wanting to meet Emma's sad gaze.
'Please don't,' was all Emma could get out.
'I have to. I'm not leaving forever I just… I just have to go for right now.'
'I thought we were starting to get back on the right track with our talk at the station and the whole Michael thing,' Emma was trying her best to understand but just couldn't.
'I still haven't forgiven you for not telling me. At least not right now. I expect Regina to lie to me, but not you,' Sarah knew she was about to cry and she couldn't let that happen. At least one of the Swan women had to be strong.
'I love you,' Emma whispered crossing her arms.
With that Sarah pulled the blonde in for a tight hug. Words couldn't describe how much she was going to miss her mother. 'Goodbye Emma,' Sarah whispered into her mom's shoulder before pulling out the hug and getting into the truck without another word. She watched her mom grow small in the wing mirror and the tears finally escaped.
Emma stood in silence trying to comprehend what just happened. 'She's gone… she's gone,' the blonde whispered to herself not believing that she had just lost her little girl.
Sarah and Zac drove through the quiet streets of Storybrooke Sarah keeping her gaze out the window as to not show her dad her tears. Zac knew how hard this must be for his daughter. Sarah and Emma had always been a team. Although the man knew he and his daughter were close he knew he didn't compare to the green eyed blonde who they just left behind. Sarah saw the Nolan's house up ahead seeing David head inside then it suddenly hit her: Sam. She has completely stood up the poor boy, the day's incidences clouding her mind. Well there's someone else that hates me the teen sighed wondering how the day could get any worse. As they drove down the Mayor's street Zac pulled up on the side of the road.
'What are you doing?' The teen asked confused.
'I'll be right back,' giving no further explanation Zac got out of the car and headed for the biggest mansion on the road walking up to the front door. He gave three loud knocks before waiting for an answer. It wasn't long till a well-dressed brunette answered with her best fake smile.
'Can I help you?' she asked in a sickly sweet voice that Zac wasn't falling for.
'You must be Regina. I'm Zachary Parker – Sarah's father,' at that moment Regina's face fell as she realised who the man was. 'You don't have to say anything I just came to give you this,' Zac handed the stunned woman a thick book with Sarah's name on the front. She quickly flicked through the pages to see memories of her daughter over the years.
'Why are you giving me this?' Regina asked softy.
'I'm not doing this to be kind. I'm giving you this to show you what an amazing person you threw away. Now I don't know why you gave Sarah up, and frankly I don't care, but you are here now and so is she and it makes no sense that you don't want to know her. She is funny and smart and kind and… well a little bit of a trouble maker but you will love that part of her too. One day you are going to wake up and realise what a mistake your making and I hope it's not too late.' After finishing his speech, he held out a card to Regina which she took with shaky hands. 'If you ever realise your mistake that's my number,' and with that the man walked away leaving a speechless Mayor.
Regina watched the man leave through the metal gate before closing the door. She took the book through to the dining room, taking a seat at the table with the book in front of her. The brunette went to open the large book before hesitating. After a few moments of talking herself into it she opened the object. The book was filled of pictures of all the big moments: awards Sarah had won, her first day at school, pictures of her with Josh, Zac, Emma and an unfamiliar woman who she didn't know. The pictures managed to capture the 14 years of Sarah's life and allow her to see what she missed. She turned the page to see Sarah as a new born, then Regina broke. This is how Regina remembered her little girl. A helpless baby that she needed to let go. Could she really let her go again? Regina stared down at Zac's card that was still in her hands brushing her thumb across the phone number. Maybe this was her second chance. Maybe she would get a happy ending after all.
So I know a lot of you won't be happy Sarah left but I felt it had to happen so everyone could start to calm down. Don't worry it won't stay sad for very long. Happy scenes are on their way.