Snow closes her eyes tighter. "I am not awake yet, I am not awake yet," she tries to convince her self. She can hear Emma squealing in the living room, David saying something quietly, Emma bursting into laughter. Oh, no she is awake, and no amount of denial is going to fix that. She might as well face the day. She gets up slowly and walks into the living room.
"Are we too loud? Did we wake you?" David asks.
"Mom is up!" Emma is looking excited. "Did you have tea with princess Ella yesterday?"
"I did," Snow smiles back at her.
"Was she wearing her tiara? Did you wear yours? Were there other princesses there?"
"No, just me. And sorry sweetheart, nobody was wearing tiaras."
"Oh," Emma is looking quite disappointed.
"Besides, I am not a princess anymore," Snow goes on to explain.
"But you could be, if you wanted to..."
Snow shakes her head. "I couldn't. I'd have to be the Queen now..."
Emma's eyes open wide. " The Queen! Yes! Mom! You could do whatever you wanted! You could cancel school! You could build a giant roller coaster in the middle of the city! You could give ice cream to everyone for breakfast!"
"Not quite how that works," Snow stifles her smile. "By the way, did you eat breakfast?"
"Yes, but it wasn't ice cream," Emma sighs.
David hands her a cup of coffee and she is grateful to take a big sip.
"How does it work?" Emma is still hopeful.
"It's more like you are responsible to make sure everyone is treated fairly and nobody is hurt..." Snow explains. "Nobody is being evil and getting away with it. It's a lot harder than you think..."
"But when you talk people listen!" Emma protests.
"Sometimes," Snow sighs. "Sometimes they just go on and on about how your gown wasn't appropriate for the occasion and how you embarrassed the crown..."
"Do you get to wear a tiara?"
"On special occasions," Snow shrugs.
"Do you get closets and closets of beautiful gowns?"
"Yeah, you do..."
"Would I get closets and closets of beautiful dresses?"
"Probably..."
"Oh, Mom, can't you be Queen? I really want to be a princess," Emma exclaims sitting on the couch. "Star could be my knight. Wilby could me my royal stallion... I'd make a very good princess..."
"You would make an excellent princess and I would be proud to knight both Star and Wilby. But Emma, if you were a princess you wouldn't be allowed to go to fairy school. Let alone do magic. Your magical training would have to be approved by the council."
"No magic?" Emma is looking horrified.
"I'm afraid not."
"No fairy school?"
"It'd be very hard to convince the council that the future queen is safe in an environment where other children are practicing magic..."
"Maybe being a princess is not that great after all" is all Emma mumbles, still not looking entirely convinced.
"Won't you put your shoes on, sweetheart. You are going to miss the school squash," Snow slumps on the couch staring at the flames in the fireplace.
"What's wrong?" David asks.
"I'm not looking forward to telling Ella that her husband is hiding things from her..."
"Then don't, at least not yet. Let's see if we can dig a little deeper..."
David and Snow spend hours looking through old news articles and tabloids. It looks like once Thomas and Ella got married the tabloids loved nothing more than to predict that their relationship was doomed.
"Trouble in paradise: is the royal life proving too much for our princess?" Ella looked quite upset as she walked out of her favorite coffee shop..."
"A royal blunder: Was marrying a commoner the biggest mistake of his life? Prince Thomas struggles to deal with his wife's mood swings... Are all commoners this moody?"
"Lack of decorum. Our common princess lets her tears flow as her husband tries to shield her form the photographers"
Article after article reporting on Ella's supposed state of mind, pictures of Ella mid sentence, Ella avoiding to look directly at the cameras, Ella actually trying to hide from prying eyes. There is a four month period where Ella bundled up even thought the weather was fine, and that's when they started speculating an eating disorder, a skin condition, a magical ailment.
Snow is shaking her head. "This is getting us nowhere. We should be talking to the palace's healing fairy, but how do we do that covertly?"
"We don't," David replies. "Forget the covert part. Let's investigate outright and see if that will get Thomas' cooperation... Can you look up who Ella's healing fairy is?"
Snow looks through the medical fairies directory. "The Purple fairy," she replies.
"Excellent." He types a quick message on his magic mirror and presses send. "I just texted the palace, asked them to forward the message to the prince. I am asking him to send Purple and the royal medical staff to our office as soon as possible. We need to interview them for our investigation..."
Snow's eyes open wide. "Nice! Perhaps we should make tea. We are bound to have an angry prince in here very soon..."
Neither Snow nor David are surprised when their office door opens and Thomas walks in. He is alone. He walks inside and just stares at them, not saying anything right away. Snow can't really tell if he is looking angry or resigned.
"Thomas...-" Snow starts.
"What do you want?" he interrupts.
"I don't want anything," Snow replies. "Your wife is the one who wants answers..."
"Well, she is not going to get any answers. No one from the palace is going to come, no one is going to give you any information..."
"Why not?" Snow is standing up now. "Are they covering for you? Who are they covering for? How did she lose her memory? Thomas, a baby doesn't just disappear, I don't see how you've kept this from her or from the kingdom for so long... Where is this child? Who is watching it? Why are you leaving Ella in the dark?"
Snow's voice is getting louder, Thomas is looking both furious and lost scrambling for answers. No one pays any attention to the door that's just opened and the woman that has just walked inside. David is shocked to see Ella putting down her shopping bags, taking off her sunglasses and her scarf, leaning against the now closed door.
"Snow!" David tries but it's too late.
Both Thomas and Snow turn around to see Ella staring at them, looking pale.
"You've got it all wrong," Ella smiles weakly at them, but it's looking more like a grimace than an actual smile. "I thought I'd drop in get an update, but really, you've got it all wrong. Thomas wouldn't hide this form me, he doesn't know where the baby is either...My Thomas never lies..." And when they all stand there watching her frozen she turns to her husband "Tell them Tommy..."
"Ellie..." Thomas moves as if to step closer, but she shakes her head.
"Tommy! Tell them they are wrong," Ella pleads her voice barely a whisper. "Tell me she is wrong," her voice is so soft. "Tell me she doesn't know anything, tell me she is mistaken, tell me she is lying, tell me...-"
Thomas is standing there, his feet rooted to the ground, unable to move. "Ella!" is all he manages.
And Ella closes her eyes as the full realization of the situation hits her. "Tell me what happened," she rasps.
Thomas shakes his head. "I can't."
Ella looks at Snow and David as if they might know what the next step may be. What is she supposed do now? What do you do when your husband is refusing to tell you what happened to your missing child? There is no protocol for this, now 'how to' help guide.
"Is she alive?" Ella whispers.
"I... there is no way to know," Thomas admits.
Ella looks at Thomas, as if she is seeing him for the first time. He might as well be a complete stranger, a man she just met. And she is not sure she likes this man, in fact she is pretty certain she doesn't like him at all.
Thomas sucks in a breath as Ella's loving, hopeful, expression turns into one of anger and despair. She feels like she can't even look at him right now. She places her hand on her tummy in a protective gesture. "Well, in that case, I suppose there is nothing left to talk about," she replies. She turns around, ready to walk out the door.
"Wait! Ella! What do you mean?" Thomas manages.
"I mean that I am moving out of the palace..." Ella replies, and they can hear the quiver in her voice, she is barely holding back her tears.
"Where are you going to go? You can't possibly mean to go back to your stepmother!" he asks rushing towards her.
Ella shakes her head. She hasn't thought that far yet.
"Stay home, Ellie, please," he adds, "If one of us should leave, it should be me..."
"You can't leave, the palace is where you belong. What are you going to tell the council?" Ella asks.
"I...- I'll come up with something..." Thomas is scrambling for words.
"You live in a palace that has hundreds of rooms! Surely you can manage to find a place to stay and give each other plenty of space while you work this out?" Snow intercepts, trying to be the voice of reason.
Neither of them turn to look at her, but Thomas offers a soft nod. "I'll stay out of your way, Ellie, I promise..."
"Is there more people in the palace who know what happened?" Ella asks. "Who are hiding things from me?"
Thomas looks away.
"Then I'm not safe there, am I?"
"Ellie, of course you are safe!" his eyes are welling up. After all those years of Ella surviving her stepmother's abuse, it kills him that she thinks she is not safe with him.
"Was the baby safe?" she asks. And when he doesn't respond she adds "Do you see why I can't go back there?"
"What about the kids?" Thomas tries.
"Can you secure permission from the council for me, so I can take them with me?"
Thomas closes his eyes. "Yes! I'll get you a carriage, ten royal guards as many maids as you need and Noreen... I'm going to need to tell them your destination..." his voice is cracking.
"I'll let you know," Ella replies, then she walks out the door.
"Excuse me," Snow rushes after her.
"What are you doing!" David stares at Thomas incredulously. "You have to tell her the truth! You can't hide something this big from her!"
Thomas turns around, almost surprised to see David there. As if he'd completely forgotten there were other people in the room.
"I can't," he shrugs. "I can't lose her..."
"She is walking away right now!" David points to the door. "You are losing her! At least tell her the truth! You owe her this much..."
"There are worse things than Ella walking away from me," Thomas mumbles, staring at the door, where Ella was standing a few seconds ago. "Believe me..."
"Then let me at least help," David tries. "Where is the child? Maybe we can fix this, maybe we can get her back. I've seen people come out of hopeless situations like yours before! We can find her! Let me at least try! Where is she?"
"Ask the Dark One," Thomas shrugs then he steps out the door.
"Ella!" Snow manages to catch up with her friend.
Ella is looking pale, like she can barely believe what just transpired. Her hand is laying on her tummy.
"Where are you going to go?"
"Haven't decided yet. I've got a few options..."
"Don't you think you should give him some time, give him a chance to explain..."
Ella looks at her. "Would you stay?"
After being away from David for ten long years, it is very hard for Snow to imagine under what circumstances she would consider walking away from him. But Thomas is withholding information that Ella is desperate to know. Information she needs to know. He has known the truth this whole time, while Ella was hiring investigators to figure it out! He's known and said nothing. How can he do this?
"No," Snow finally admits. "I wouldn't stay..."
Ella gives her a quick hug then she puts on her sunglasses. "Keep digging please... I'm going to take the kids and stay at Belle's castle. Come find me as soon as you know something!"
When Snow walks back in the office David is staring wide eyed at his sword belt, hanging behind his desk.
The face each other. Then they both speak at the same time.
"I think Ella may be pregnant!" Snow blurts out.
"The Dark One took their child!," David warns.
Snow's shoulder shag. "Do we have any leverage?" she asks. "Anything to negotiate with?"
"No. In fact, this time we have a lot more to lose..."
"That's what I thought," Snow replies.
Somewhere deep inside her, Rowan's song is echoing on a loop. Is it urging her forward of back, a warning or an encouragement, she can't even tell. She has no idea what the song is saying.
David is wearing his sword belt. All his daggers and swords have been sharpened, though he is well aware this will not make much of a difference. Swords and knives are worthless against someone like the Dark One. Ruby has been notified to pick Emma up from school.
They are ready. At least as ready as they will ever be.
"We make no deals, we offer him nothing," David says for the tenth time, helping Snow strap her sword belt on.
Snow nods absentmindedly. "Nothing," she repeats, though she knows this may be a promise she might not be able to keep.
"Alright," David nods, reaching for her hand, dropping a magic bean on the ground. "Let's go."
An eerie silence is surrounding the Dark One's castle. There are no sounds of bird singing, no rustling of leaves, just a perfect quietness, the sense of heavy magic, covering everything around them. Snow knocks at the door twice, the sound comes out muffled somehow. David shuffles from one leg to the other impatiently and then the door in front of them creaks open.
An invitation or a dare, Snow can't really tell what this is.
"Perhaps you should stay here," she says quietly. "Just in case things go wrong. One of us should go home to Emma..."
David looks at her incredulously. This isn't a conversation to have at the Dark One's door, of all places. Of course there is no way he is staying behind. If anyone is staying behind, that should be Snow.
They both walk in, trying their best to look calm, like this is just a regular day, just a routine investigation. As if they are not about to confront the most powerful man in the whole realm. David walks in first. The hallway is dark, there is a small round table in the middle of the room, two armors standing left and right of the next entry. David wonders if those armors are empty, or if some poor tortured soul is trapped inside, staring them through the visor. He shudders and tightens his grip on his dagger.
A solitary lantern ignites on the wall. Both of them turn around instinctively to look at the flame. That's when the Dark One lets out a mischievous cackle. He is standing right behind them.
"Well if it isn't Snow White and her Prince Charming!" he says raising his voice in a mocking manner. His eyes look big and hungry, his skin looks greener than usual, more unhealthy than ever before.
"Hello," Snow says and she can't hide the uncertainty in her voice.
"What can I do you for?" Rumpelstiltskin asks taking one step closer. And as he says the words five more lamps ignite, shedding their light in the room.
Well if his aim was to intimidate them he is certainly succeeding. David tries to position himself between Snow and the Dark One, but Rumple shoots him a warning look and then he materializes right behind Snow White again.
"Don't wast my time, dearie, speak up!"
"I'm here to find out what happened to Ella's firstborn child, second in line to inherit the Western kingdom's throne after prince Thomas..." Snow manages to sound firm.
"The heir to the throne..." Rumple laughs. "Do you think that throwing impressive titles at me will actually work? If titles were important dearie, you wouldn't have given up yours... Do you want to try again?" He lets out a cackle, getting even closer.
And David cannot stand how Snow is the only one facing the Dark One's mockery and annoyance, so he tries to distribute his attention more evenly.
"Why don't you tell us where Ella's child is? Won't you quit with the parlor tricks and the mind games and tell us the truth!" he says sternly.
Snow turns to look at him wide eyed. What are you doing, quit trying to provoke him, she wants to say. David avoids her eyes. His distraction worked. He has the Dark One's full attention.
Rumpelstiltskin is now standing in front of him snarling. "Mind games? Are you accusing me of mind games? You are the one moving pieces in a chessboard you hardly understand, and let me tell you, you will come to regret your involvement to this little inquiry. Do you think you are so smart, you can one up the dark one?" And as the words come out of his mouth he is not beginning to look taller and taller, even though he's barely moved. David feels dwarfed by his presence, but he tightens his grip in his dagger and asks again.
"Where is Ella's child? What have you done with her?"
And then the Dark One waves his hand and David's no longer able to control his voice, he is moving his mouth and the words won't come out.
"What have you done?" Snow screams, her hand on her dark fairy dust vial.
"I've showed incredible restraint under the circumstances," Rumple replies dismissively. "Your plan is not going to work. And I will not forget what you tried to pull... " and then he looks calmer, almost entertained. "Tsk tsk tsk, do you really think you can use dark fairy dust on me dearie, and live to tell the tale? IF you pull that vial out, I won't come after you dearie, I'll just turn your Charming into worm and toss him in my fish bowl!"
There is some kind of dark warning in his eyes, she knows he means every word. Snow drops the vial that now dangles from her neck and raises her hands.
"Be gone now," the Dark One shakes his fingers. They are pesky flies and he is powerful enough to shoo them away.
Snow and David are outside, right in front of his door, Snow's hand hanging midair, ready to knock, as if they never got inside.
"Are you okay?" Snow sounds so worried.
"Yes!" David replies, his voice working again.
"Alright," Snow nods and she knocks on the door again.
The door creaks open and Snow steps decisively inside. "I don't know what you think I am planning," she states loudly, not waiting for the Dark One to appear this time. "But I am not planning anything!"
Rumple appears in front of her, reaching for her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Get your hands off her!" David cries out, his dagger already on his hand.
"You cannot possibly be that lucky," the Dark One mumbles to himself, completely ignoring David, but actually taking a step backwards. "But perhaps you are..."
There is a single terrifying moment, where Snow wonders if he will fling her out of his castle, or take her voice away. How far is Rumple willing to go? Will the fact that Snow is important to the Northern kingdom deter him at all? Then the moment passes and nothing terrible has happened.
"Alright, fine," Rumple sighs. He shakes his hand and a large scroll appears in his hand. "A copy for your records, Snow White" he replies, "now be gone..."
Snow and David once again are standing outside the dark ones tower, as if the previous conversation never happened.
Snow hands David Rumple's scroll then she knocks at the door again. But this time the door creaks am doesn't open, a warning sign, urging them to go away.
Back in their office, David unrolls the scroll over his desk and reads out loud.
"Ella Ashley Boyd, hereon after known as the undersigned on this third day of May of year two thousand and seven is agreeing to accept Rumpelstiltskin's aka the Dark One's assistance in exchange for future payment to be determined by him at a time of his choosing."
There are endless terms and conditions, after all the scroll is several feet long, but David doesn't bother to read the rest out loud. He just turns to look at Snow, the horror in his eyes, equally matching her feelings.
"She signed an unspecified contract with the Dark One?" Snow's voice is barely audible.
"In two thousand and seven. That was thirteen years ago. Was Thomas even around then?" David frowns.
"No... maybe. That might be the year they met... Boyd is her maiden name." Snow pulls out her magic mirror, looking for information. She is trying hard to remember.
"Then why is Thomas taking the blame for this?" David asks.
"More importantly, is there any hope of getting a child back, if she was handed to the Dark One?"
"This is an illegal contract. Or rather, this became an illegal contract the moment Rumple used it to take Ella's child away from her. We have to go to Blue with this. The Dark One is not above the law..." David sounds firm.
"Not above the law, but he has unlimited amounts of magic. He is not going to sit around for us to arrest him, any more than Regina did..."
David shakes his head. "So really, if you are in possession of magic, you are above the law in the Enchanted Forest..."
"Pretty much," Snow sighs.
"Well, I refuse to accept that. This isn't right. There must be a way to trap Rumple..."
"Speaking of traps, Rumple accused us of moving pieces in a chess board we hardly understood. What did he mean by that?"
David sits in his chair, staring at Rumple's scroll. "I can't imagine..."
Snow stacks some files on her desk, making enough room for her to squat on top. "Let's think this through. Who would our chess pieces be?"
"You. Council woman, potential Queen," David offers.
Snow raises her eyebrows to protest, about the Queen part; she ends up pointing at David instead. "You. Former prince of the Southern Kingdom...
"Neither of us has magic, so we can't be much of a threat to Rumple," David continues.
"We do have access to magic," Snow point out.
"We do. Alright, more pieces. Thomas, future king of the West."
"Ella, future Queen of the West, if their marriage survives this."
"Politically speaking, does the North have anything to gain if Ella and Thomas break up?" David frowns.
"The North? No... "
"Does the Dark One have anything to gain if they break up?" he continues.
Snow is shaking her head.
"This can't be it then..."
"Let's think of positions... locations. You and I are in the North," Snow tries.
"Thomas is in the West."
"Ella is off the chess board...staying with Belle..." Snow's eyes open wide. "Belle! Belle, may be a chess piece! She is heir apparent to the throne of the Isles..."
"Do the Isles have anything to gain from Ella's and Thomas' separation?"
"I don't know..."
"What do we know about Belle?"
Snow tries to remember the quiet girl she played with when she was little, she hasn't seen Belle in years. "We don't know much. Ella said that she is practically a recluse. She has turned her castle into a large library, she may have broken up with someone... Umm, won't you look it up, before we intrude in her castle with questions... "
David types the words in his magic mirror. Nothing comes up for a while so he keeps refining the words of his search until he gets one match.
"A Dark Love Affair," the article reads. "Has the Dark One finally found love?"
"A love affair? Belle and the Dark One?" Snow gasps.
"It's very vague, more innuendos than any factual information..."
"Who is the writer?"
"Theodore Fjord. It appears that the writer of the article took a long leave of absence after posting this, citing mental health reasons..."
"Rumple got to him," Snow replies.
"Good to know," David replies dryly.
Snow jumps off the desk. "Is it me, or did the case just get ten times more complicated?"
"Is it time to talk to Blue?"
Nothing has changed in the black knightforce headquarters since they last were here. Snow looks at the small office in the corner. The office they shared when Snow thought that having a white knight as a partner was the worse idea in the realm. David squeezes her hand.
"Snow and David! It's been a while. What can I do for you guys?" Blue smiles brightly at them.
"We are in the middle of a missing child investigation when we came across this," David says handing Blue Rumple's scroll. "We think this contract was used to...-" his voice trails off because Blue has opened the scroll and there is nothing written inside it, the scroll is blank.
David's shoulders slope.
"Wait! What? Let me see this!" Snow rushes to get a closer look.
Ella's contract has disappeared. Snow is staring on a blank piece of parchment.
"Was it an illusion or disappearing ink?" Snow lifts up the scroll to look at it against the light.
"Does it matter?" David sighs.
"Did the Dark One hand this to you?" Blue asks.
"How can you tell?" David frowns.
"This practically reeks of dark magic," Blue explains. "Listen, Rumpelstiltskin is not going to give you anything that will incriminate himself. He will however be happy to trick you into holding onto what you think is evidence and embarrassing yourself when you bring it out in the open."
"Right," David is still looking at the empty scroll, disbelieving his eyes.
"But if it's the Dark One who is involved in the missing child's case, there might be another way to get to him..." Blue continues.
"How?" David asks.
"You," Snow replies, looking at Blue for confirmation.
Blue nods. "Your brother's adoption was most likely arranged by the Dark One. The king has gone into hiding and will be unable to contradict you. You could come forward with your story. The DA will have no choice but to investigate and perhaps even press charges... There is no statue of limitations for illegal adoptions..."
"Would you arrest the Dark One?" David frowns. "More importantly, could you?"
Blue hesitates.
"Is there a prison cell somewhere that could hold him?" he continues.
"No, not exactly," Blue replies. "But even if we failed, and he got away, this would still be a cautionary tale... telling everyone in the land to be weary of making deals with the Dark One..."
David doesn't look entirely convinced.
"You've given us a lot to think about," Snow nods.
Back at home Emma is laying on the floor, reading a story to Wilby who is sitting next to her patiently, wagging his tale every time she turns the pages and to Star the turtle who is asleep in his shell.
"It's Star's favorite story," Emma tells Snow. Hard to tell since the turtle isn't at all reacting, but Snow isn't going to argue with her daughter. Emma turns to lay on her back, using her magic wand to suspend the book in the air above her.
Wilby growls softly. He is not certain how he feels about books that float in the air.
"Careful sweetheart, if the book falls, its going to fall on your head" Snow warns then she walks into the kitchen. David is standing in front of the stove, as he makes grilled cheese sandwiches, humming softly. Snow grabs two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, hands him one and she sits on the counter.
"Thank you!" he smiles at her. "Hungry?" he asks.
"I don't know," she forces a smile back. "Emma claims she is starving."
She sits quietly watching him work, lost in her thoughts about Ella and her triplets who are no doubt far away from their home right now. She thinks of Thomas, and the desolate look on his face as he watched his wife walk away. And then Rumple, how he mocked them and gave them false evidence just to get rid of them.
"You alright?" he asks, his finger caressing her cheek. "How are you holding up?"
"Can't stop thinking about Ella and the triplets moving out of the palace," she starts. "And Thomas, and what if she is pregnant...-"
"It's not your fault, you do know that, right?" he asks.
Snow nods." I know, I know. But still...-"
David steps closer to Snow ans she leans her head on his shoulder. He kisses her forehead.
"Let me hand this to Emma," he says, pointing to the sandwich in the pan that's turned golden brown. "I'll be right back..."
David steps out of the kitchen as the cuckoo clock on the wall strikes nine and Snow has the strangest thought. Right now in Thomas' castle, Rowan is blowing out the candle in his daughter's bedroom and is signing her his lullaby. Right now. And if Snow hurries and uses a magic bean she can catch the song just in time.
This makes no sense of course, she doesn't need to go listen to a song. Why would she need to do that? Snow's hand has already reached in her pocket and is now clasping a magic bean. She looks at her hand shocked. She is surprised to notice that she is already singing the song in her head, in fact she's been singing it all day long. She is desperate to hear it again.
That is not what the magic beans are for of course, the magic beans are for work. David spent a lot of money on these beans. She shouldn't be doing this. She really shouldn't. She definitely shouldn't be using a magic bean inside the house. She should step into the back yard. Her heart is beating faster. The thought of waiting long enough to step out of the house is making her feel ill, like she might throw up. She can't, she needs the song, now.
Snow drops the bean on the ground.
"Take me to Rowan's song," she whispers, her hands trembling as she steps into the magic bean portal.
David walks inside the kitchen just in time to see the green light of the bean portal fade. His face goes pale.
"Snow!" he tries to stifle his gasp.
Now what?
Thanks for being here! Thanks for reading, thanks for hanging out with me. An especially big thank you to those of you that take the time to comment. Comments, reviews, suggestions, guesses, all responses are soooo appreciated!
Jennifer Baratta chapter 27 Awesome chapter
Thanks Jennifer!
beth1980 chapter 27 I am going to guess that Rumple has something to do with Ella and Thomas and whatever is going on. Either that or a fairy is up to no good.
Nice! You were right:)
Alexa chapter 27 Some interesting twists and turns! If only Ella's memory was wiped and Thomas knows what happened and is trying to keep it hidden?! Is mystery all connected to the sad song Rowan sings and the triplets nanny? Guessing whatever happened to Belle will add another twist too!?
:) I'm going to answer only one of your questions. Yes!
mry23 chapter 27 Poor Ella and that heartbreaking song. Thomas oh Thomas what is he up to, he loves her so much but this doesn't look good. I'm still curious what happened and if she was memory wiped, why? I hope snow and David can help out.
:)
Bella1296 chapter 27 Great great chapter!
Thank you Bella!
Guest chapter 27 Hello. Wonderful job with this weeks chapter. I really enjoyed it. So we can now really confirm that Ella is some how cursed and that's why she's acting a bit odd. And the reason why Thomas is acting odd is because he's not cursed but have to live with his love who is stuck and he might now the reason why his child is missing, which explains his skittish behavior, Tommy and Ellie was so cute tho. Also no kidding Thomas doesn't want to hear such a sad song about raising your kids alone and missing the one person who's supposed to be there. It really hits home for Snow who just came out of that and is now happy but then has to relive it all over again when she helps someone else with the same problem. It's really cute that David got to stay home with Emma and do the dad things like help with homework and such. How will things move forward from this and will Thomas confess when they talk one on one.
Thank you so much!