October 17, 1993
David,
I think Emma figured out what is truly happening. She has asked me why am I sadder now that we have found all our friends and why she hasn't seen you. She, not we. Sometimes, I believe she's too smart for her own good.
Every lie hurts more and more. Telling her the truth seems the next logical step. But I don't know if I should tell her. She has gone through so much for her young age. I would rather see her holding to the hope of finding you than see her crying over your lifeless body. Even if that means that I won't be able to share this sadness with anyone.
Her birthday is next week and she told me she'd like to spend it with you, wherever you are. The other day, I heard her ask Granny if the town had a cemetery. She was disappointed when Granny said that they did, but only one person was buried in it- Regina's father.
I don't know why I even keep on writing these. Maybe, someday I'll show them to Emma and try to make her understand the love we had for each other.
I'll always be yours,
Snow
