The sun rises the next morning, rays of light spilling through the crack in the curtains. Mary-Margret's eyes flutter open, squinting almost immediately as she tries to adjust to the morning brightness. Beside her, David sleeps soundly, his face buried in the pillow. She stares at him for a moment, admiring his peaceful state, and smiles. She doesn't exactly remember getting home from Regina's last night, but she's glad to be in her own bed, getting the one thing that only comes on rare occasions. Rest.
Rest was hard to come by in an eventful town like Storybrooke. As a matter of fact, there were times where rest was absolutely out of the question. With fighting off flying monkeys, battling against Wicked Witches and Dark Ones, and going up against the Lord of the Underworld, catching a break can be difficult, to say the least.
But today is different. Today, peace finally veils over the town, and Mary-Margret wants to revel in that as much as she can. She slides closer to David, snuggling into his side. If there's one thing Mary-Margret needs after spending the last few days in the hospital by Emma's bedside, it's sleep. And no amount of light can stop her from getting it. And neither will that loud bang coming from her living room. Wait...
Mary-Margret's eyes spring open as she shoots up from the bed, grasping her husband's forearm. "David!"
He jumps off the bed. "I heard it too. Get Neal from his crib."
Mary-Margret rushes over to the baby, locking him in her arms. Her heart races in fear as David pulls out his sword from behind the nightstand.
"Stay here," he warns her.
Mary-Margret eyes him with a cocked brow until he gives in, agreeing that she should follow.
In slow, quiet steps, the two make their way towards the doorway of their bedroom. David holds his sword out in front of him, pointing it down to the wood flooring.
They both freeze at the sound of heels clicking their way into the apartment and Mary-Margret can hear her heart hammering in her ears.
Whoever this person was, they've ticked her last nerve. Not only had they broken into her apartment, but they've also spoiled any chance of Mary-Margret having a day dedicated to rest.
"Show yourself!" David yells out as he bolts from the bedroom, heading straight towards the front door.
It's not long before she hears David sigh in what sounds like relief. Her curiosity peaks even higher than it already had. Why on earth would David be relieved to see whoever broke into their home? And who would feel the need to burst their door open if all they had to do was knock?
The answer to her second question is quickly answered when Mary-Margret steps out of the bedroom.
David's shoulders drop from the tense, provoked state that previously consumed him. He leans his sword against the metal staircase and crosses his arms. "Does knocking mean nothing to you?"
Mary-Margret shifts Neal into one arm and walks into the kitchen, glaring at the woman before them.
In a black blazer and a leather skirt so tight Mary-Margret wonders how the woman even walks, Zelena sits casually at the dining table wearing a devilish grin. "Now where's the fun in that?"
It takes everything in Mary-Margret not to lash out at her and her ridiculous mindset. She clenches her jaw and gets right to the point. "What is it you need Zelena?"
Zelena brings her palm up to her chest. She scoffs as her eyes widen, seemingly offended by Mary-Margret's assumption. "Why is my being here an automatic presumption that I need something from you? Can't I just pay a visit?"
Mary-Margret raises her brow in disbelief. She's no fool, and she knows Zelena well enough to say that she'd never just "pay a visit." She tilts her head to the side and gives the woman a stern look.
"Just paying a visit huh?" David asks, chuckling lightly as he joins Mary-Margret behind the kitchen island.
He reaches into the kitchen cabinet and pulls out two mugs as Mary-Margret fills the coffee machine with freshly ground beans.
Zelena frowns. "Why do you both find this so difficult to believe?"
Mary-Margret knows Zelena's pride wouldn't let her admit to needing assistance. She sets Neal down into his feeding chair as the coffee begins to brew. "Zelena, please. Anytime you make an appearance into our apartment is either because there's a problem at hand or you have some twisted scheme that involves my baby."
Zelena looks up to the ceiling, as though trying to recall a moment that might prove Mary-Margret wrong. She lifts her forefinger and opens her mouth for a moment before letting her hand fall. "Fair enough. Alright, we may have a slight problem."
"Shocker," Mary-Margret says, rolling her eyes.
"Hang on," David cuts in, making his way around the kitchen island and toward Zelena. He rests his hands on his hips. "Do we have a problem? Or do you?"
Zelena's eyes drop to the floor, pressing her lips together before looking back up to David and Mary-Margret. "Well if we're going to get technical, it's Regina's problem."
Mary-Margret wonders if she truly wants the answer to her next question. Bracing herself, she shuts her eyes and exhales deeply. "What did you two do?"
Emma checks her cell phone for what feels like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. Each time, she's only been greeted with the same disappointing result, the time and her tacky phone background. From the moment she hopped out of bed—at precisely 8:45 AM—she's been waiting for Regina's name to light up her screen.
During their conversation on the phone last night, Regina told her she and Henry would be at Emma's house for 10:00 AM. With Regina, 10:00 AM meant 10:00 AM. Not a minute earlier, not a minute later. Which is why it worries her to some degree to see the time read 10:15 AM on her lock screen and still no message from Regina.
She paces the length of her foyer with her hands on her hips, trying to come up with any possible conclusion as to why Regina would be running late. Even with all the logical possibilities she comes up with, something doesn't sit right with Emma. There's a gnawing feeling in her gut that tells her something isn't right.
Emma's quickly distracted from her thoughts when the sound of a car engine rumbles from down the street. She freezes in her step, excitement sparking throughout her entire core. Maybe Regina simply was late.
She bolts to the door and peeps her head through. Her excitement intensifies when the roaring engine heightens in sound.
Emma's heart hammers in her ears as the car drives closer. She walks out onto the porch in hopes of seeing Regina's Mercedes pull up into her driveway. Instead, she watches an unknown car zoom past her house, disappearing once it turned left down another street.
Her chest sinks as she exhales and the hope that Regina would make an appearance slowly begins to fade.
Making her way back into the house, Emma gently shuts the door behind her and lets herself fall flat against it. She leans her head back onto the finished wood, taking in a deep breath.
It's not long before Emma's mind starts to race again. The unsettling feeling from earlier still gnaws at her, and she can't shake it off. Maybe she should call? She thinks about it for a moment and decides against it. Emma doesn't want to be an annoyance, and certainly not towards Regina.
But the time hits 10:35 AM when Emma checks her phone once more. This wasn't like Regina; the woman was never late.
Emma pushes herself off the door and begins pacing throughout her foyer, this time in circles. With one hand on her hip and the other over her forehead, worry settles deeper into her core.
Her steps quicken, and suddenly all surroundings fade as her thoughts land on Regina. Usually, something like this wouldn't faze Emma. But when her gut goes berserk like it is today, shooting warning signals through her body like a beaming red laser, she knows there's something unusual about the situation.
Emma falters in her step when she feels a firm hand grasp her bicep from behind. She stops.
"Is everything alright, love?" Killian asks, loosening his grip on Emma's arm.
She turns around to face him as she slips out of his hold. "Yeah, everything is fine."
Killian studies her carefully. He takes a step towards her, gently placing the palms of his hands over her shoulders. "Are you sure? You seem a tad distraught."
Emma reaches for the back of her neck and forces a small smirk. "I'm fine, Killian."
"Is that so?" Killian asks with a light chuckle. He pulls her in closer, eyeing her with an arched brow. "Please forgive me, I wasn't aware that circling the foyer like a madwoman meant that one was 'fine.'"
Emma is all too conscious of the fact that he sees right through her. She looks up at him, and she can see the genuine concern seep through his warm smile. "It's Regina."
The corners of his mouth drop, the soft look on his face stiffens the moment the name leaves Emma's lips.
"What about her?" He asks dryly, barely able to look her in the eye.
He slides his hands off her shoulders and takes a step back. This wasn't the first time she's seen Killian react this way. In fact, almost every time Emma's worry had something to do with Regina, he became distant, to say the least. They had never really spoken about it before, and Emma secretly hopes it stays that way. She knows it would start an argument, one that she quite honestly isn't in the mood for. She'd bring it up another time if she had to, but right now, Regina and Henry are her primary concern.
"Swan?"
Emma's eyes snap up. She realizes she hasn't spoken for a while, but getting into detail about the whole situation doesn't seem ideal. So she stays silent. The awkward tension between them spreads throughout the room like smoke, making it harder for her to breathe. She stuffs her hands into her pockets. "It's nothing. I'm going to stop by my parents' place, they might be able to help."
"I'll accompany you."
Emma holds up her palm and sighs. "It's alright, I think it's better I go alone."
Killian advances towards her, gently lowering her raised hand with his steel hook. "I don't think it's safe for you to be driving, love. You've only just recovered."
"I'll be okay."
"Alright then," Killian says in a quiet murmur. "If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to call. I'm here for you Swan."
Emma nods, doing her best to put on a smile.
Before she can turn to the door, Killian takes her by the hip and pulls her in. He kisses her tenderly, lovingly, in a way that every kiss should be, but all Emma can feel is his scruffy beard scratching the edge of her lips.
She slips from his hold, pulling away from the kiss. "I've got to get going. I'll see you soon."
Killian exhales in a sad smile. "Right, I'll be here."
Emma smiles back at him briefly before stepping out the door. Guilt washes over her for not including him, or even refusing to explain the situation for that matter, but there's some sort of relief to it as well. She's free from the tension-polluted air that occupies her home. She needs a clear head if she's going to figure out why Regina hadn't shown up.
She doesn't exactly have a plan of action, but Emma has a strong feeling that going to see her parents would send her in the right direction.
Mary-Margret leans back against the kitchen counter, tapping her fingers against the granite as she waits for Zelena to speak up. She hasn't said a single word. All David and Mary-Margret had gotten out of her was that Regina may have been in a small predicament—though how 'small' Mary-Margret isn't sure. She and Zelena had two different definitions of what the word meant.
The ring from the coffee machine fills the silence in the room. With little hope that Zelena might say something, Mary-Margret sighs and pours herself a cup. She has a feeling they'll be here for a while.
"Just come out with it Zelena," David all but commands, seemingly losing patience.
The woman remains silent.
David and Mary-Margret watch her stare into space with a slight frown, as though she was mentally trying to work something out.
Mary-Margret begins to worry that this might be a slightly bigger problem than she initially thought.
David quietly steps backward until he reaches Mary-Margret behind the kitchen island. He leans into her shoulder, keeping his line of vision on Zelena. "What's wrong with her?"
Mary-Margret holds her mug to her lips, taking a small sip before tilting her head. "I'm not sure, I've never seen her like this before."
'Quiet' has never been one of Zelena's personality traits. As a matter of fact, Mary-Margret doesn't even know if it's in the woman's vocabulary. She's usually fired up, finding every possible opportunity to throw in a snarky comment but for the past fifteen minutes, she's done nothing but stare at either the ceiling or the floor. Clearly whatever's on her mind is having some effect on her.
"Zelena," David says, walking over to her. "If we're going to help Regina, you need to tell us what happened."
Zelena snaps her head up, looking at both David and Mary-Margret. "Right."
"Do you want some coffee?" Mary-Margret asks as she takes down a mug from the cabinet.
"Please."
She pours Zelena a cup and brings it to her along with a spoon, sugar and a small carton of milk.
"Thank you."
Mary-Margret nods before taking a seat at the dining table beside Zelena. "Tell us what happened."
Zelena stirs her coffee and lets out a deep breath. She looks between David and Mary-Margret. "Well, you see, Regina may have taken some of your advice quite literally last night."
David turns to Mary-Margret. "What did you tell her?"
"Nothing, I told her to—" Mary-Margret cuts herself off, the events of last night replaying in her mind. She gently sets her mug on the table and looks into the empty space in front of her. "I...I told her to let go."
The confusion on David's face continues to spread as he looks over to Zelena who is now nodding her head.
"And she did," Zelena adds. "Or attempted to at least."
"What do you mean by that?" Mary-Margaret asks, afraid of what the answer will be.
Zelena swallows. "We may have brewed a memory potion."
David snaps his head back to Zelena. He pulls out a chair next to Mary-Margret and sits down. "Why would she want a memory potion? Who did she want to forget?"
"Robin," Mary-Margret replies with a sigh, knowing full well the lengths Regina would go to in order move to on and, as she told her to do last night, let go.
"Precisely," Zelena nods. "But there's one other thing"
Mary-Margret sighs as she rests her head in her palm. "What?"
"It didn't work."
David leans over the table, seeming sceptical about the whole thing. "She didn't forget Robin? So what's the problem?"
Mary-Margret sits back for a moment and takes a sip of her coffee, waiting for the next bomb. By the look on Zelena's face, she knows there's more to come.
Zelena rolls her eyes, "The problem, Prince Charming, is that the potion was brewed to perfection. It worked, but Robin isn't the one she forgot."
Mary-Margret furrows her brows. "Are you sure? Maybe you two missed an ingredient? What else could explain it?"
"She's right," David adds in, "Aren't memory potions tailored to the user? If you brewed it so she would forget Robin, then it should have worked."
Mary-Margret turns to David, impressed with his knowledge on the subject. She's curious to hear how Zelena would counter his statement.
"They are," Zelena replies. "However, this particular potion had a little bit of a twist. Rather than having it attack all memories of Robin, we made it so it would target the memories of her true love."
Mary-Margret frowns as confusion sets in. In her mind, the logical explanation is simple. The potion simply didn't work. But Zelena seems to have her heart set on the idea that it had, and Mary-Margret can't understand why she's so adamant about it. She may not fully understand the laws of magic as well as Zelena does, but she can't think of any other reason as to why Regina still remembers Robin.
Zelena jerks up from her chair and begins to pace the length of the dining table. "I'm confident that it worked."
"How are you so sure?" Mary-Margret asks.
"The tools we used, the ingredients, the chalice she drank from...they've all disappeared," Zelena explains with frustration, as though she too was having difficulty figuring out where the spell went wrong, or if it ever did. She stops pacing and leans over the back of the dining chair facing David and Mary-Margret. "When I asked her if it worked, she hadn't had the slightest clue as to what I was referring to. These are all indications that the potion was indeed successful."
Finally having a better understanding, Mary-Margret nods. She cups the sides of her mug and sets it down on the table. "Okay, so you said it was meant to erase her memories of her true love. If she still remembers Robin, it could very well mean that he wasn't her true love after all."
Mary-Margret takes a moment to consider who else Regina may have forgotten, mentally flipping through everyone that may occupy her heart. She looks to Zelena, "Have you asked her about Daniel?"
Zelena simply nods.
"Henry?" David asks, catching on.
"Yes."
Mary-Margret jumps in, "What about her father?"
"She's familiar with them all," Zelena says hopelessly with the shake of her head.
None of this made any sense. They've asked about the four most important men in Regina's life and she remembers them all. Mary-Margret searches her mind and tries to think of any other person who could be considered as the woman's true love. It's a difficult task considering Regina did not open her heart to just anyone. After such a substantial amount of loss in her life, Mary-Margret doesn't blame her. It's difficult to believe in fate after it's let you down so many times.
David shakes his head, at a lost with the entire scenario. "If she remembers them then who could she have possibly—"
The door swings open. "Mom? Dad?"
Mary-Marget's mouth drops. It can't be. Yet it makes perfect sense. How could she have missed it?
Emma hurries into the apartment. "Have you seen Regina? She won't answer any of my calls and I was supposed to meet her at 10AM today."
"David," Mary-Margret blurts out in an unsteady whisper, her eyes still locked onto her daughter.
David's eyes practically bulge from their sockets. He swallows hard and nods, confirming Mary-Margret's thought.
Zelena darts her attention to Emma then back at David and Mary-Margret. "What on earth are you two—" she follows their gaze once more, a smirk forming over her lips once her eyes reach Emma. "Oh, my."
Emma reluctantly slides her leather jacket off her shoulders, sensing by the look on her parents' faces that she'd be here longer than she had anticipated. She hangs the jacket on one of the three hooks by the front door, watching her parents with a raised brow.
Her sight shifts back and forth between her mother and father. They wear a look of shock, combined with one of sudden understanding. It feels as though Emma's walking in had sparked some sort of idea in their heads.
Zelena's smirk grows wider, making Emma feel all the more uneasy. She brings her palms together. "Well this turned out to be a lovely sequence of events hasn't it?"
"This isn't funny, Zelena," David says in a sharp tone.
Emma's curiosity peaks. She steps closer to the dining table. "What isn't funny?"
David pushes himself off the chair and walks over to Emma, resting his palm over her shoulder.
Her body feels heavy now that worry begins to flood her core. She looks quickly between her mother and father. "Guys? What's going on?"
Mary-Margret sighs. "Regina...she—"
"She's home," Zelena interrupts. "Haven't you thought to check there before you came crying to mum and dad?"
Heat rises up Emma's neck. She crosses her arms, giving Zelena a hard glare. "I have thought about checking there, but something in my gut led me here."
"I see," Zelena grins.
Mary-Margret stands up from her chair. "Emma we should—"
"Well get a move on then!" Zelena places her palm on Emma's upper back, pushing her out the door. "We don't want to keep her waiting now, do we? I'm sure she'll be delighted to see you."
Zelena's unusual enthusiasm sends alarming waves up and down Emma's spine. Something doesn't feel right. Emma tries to push against the woman but Zelena doesn't let up. Instead, she grabs Emma's leather jacket off the hook and all but throws it at her before slamming the door shut.
Emma reaches for the knob but it doesn't budge. "Zelena open the door!"
"Will you stop being so uptight and go see Regina?"
She jerks the knob harder. "Is this some kind of joke?"
"Go!" Zelena commands from inside the apartment.
Emma breathes in a deep, slow breath, in attempts to suppress the surging rage. She hears her mother on the other side of the door. Moving in closer, she listens carefully.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Move out of the way and let her in," her mother snaps.
"We don't even know that it's Emma!" Zelena points out. "What's the harm in finding out?"
Silence surrounds the apartment until Emma hears her father speak up.
"She's a human being Zelena, not one of your flying monkeys. You can't just toy with her emotions."
"We need to tell her," she hears her mother say.
"She's a big girl, she can find out on her own. Besides, I think it would be far more entertaining this way," Zelena says, and just by the sound of her voice, Emma could see the smug smirk plastered on the woman's face.
Emma backs away from the door, releasing her grip form the knob. She can hear her heart pounding in her ears. What the hell were they talking about? What did she have to find out? This whole conversation made her stomach churn.
Emma's breath quickens. Something is obviously wrong and for one reason or another, going to Regina's was going to give her the answer as to what.
She bolts down the stairs, unwilling to waste another minute. If Zelena wanted her to go to Regina's, then that's where she'd go. Just the thought of either Regina or Henry in danger has her pulse racing.
Emma jumps into her yellow bug, quickly shoves the key in the ignition and drives off.
Pulling up to the curb, Emma hastily scans the outside of the mansion. She exhales at the sight of Regina's black Mercedes parked in the driveway.
They were home.
She heads toward the main entrance in a light jog, stumbling over the first step of Regina's front porch. Emma regains her balance and takes a deep breath. Besides Regina not showing up this morning, nothing seemed out of the ordinary just yet.
She wastes no time in ringing the bell, knowing well how deceiving looks can be.
No answer. Emma rings the doorbell again.
She waits. Still no answer.
Panic rises at the back of her throat. To hell with being polite.
"Regina?" she calls out, knocking frantically at the door.
"Regi—"
The door opens slightly, just enough to expose Regina's face. "Can I help you?"
Emma takes a second look, immediately drawn by the woman's appearance. Something in the way she looks has Emma flushed at the cheeks. There's a natural glow radiating from her, one Emma has rarely—if not ever—seen. Regina wears a fresh face, void of any makeup and her usually well-behaved hair, falls in reckless waves, cutting short just above her shoulders. Soft rays kiss olive toned skin and bring a distinct focus to chocolate eyes. Emma's breath gets caught in her throat, words suddenly lost in her mind.
"Hello?"
She's been staring too long. Emma quickly clears her throat and smiles. "Hi."
Regina raises a brow, sliding through the crack of the door before shutting it behind her. "I'm sorry, you are?"
"Very funny. Why aren't you dressed?" Emma asks, noticing Regina's silk pyjamas. "I've been waiting for you all morning. Did something happen?"
"I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about—" She pauses, squinting to read Emma's badge as she crosses her arms. "—Sheriff, but—"
"Sheriff? What the hell Regina?"
Regina's arms fall from her chest and land straight onto her hips. "Excuse me? Do you know who you're speaking to? In case you haven't noticed, I happen to be the mayor of this town, and I can strip you of that badge faster than you can slip on that cheap red leather, you call a jacket."
"Um, okay harsh much? What's with you?"
"Listen, Sheriff, I don't know who you are, or how the hell you managed to persuade David into hiring you, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd remove yourself from my property," Regina says, sending daggers through her eyes.
Emma hadn't seen that look since they first met and she certainly didn't miss it. She takes a step forward, intentionally doing the exact opposite of what Regina had told her. "I didn't 'persuade' him into hiring me. And can you maybe stop calling me Sheriff?"
"What exactly am I meant to call you?"
"Uh, how about my name?"
"Which is?"
"Okay, Regina will you cut it out? This isn't funny."
Regina's brows raise, her eyes blinking wildly as if stunned by Emma's attitude. The space between them disappears in a flash, Regina's face only millimeters away from Emma's. "What 'isn't funny' is how you're still standing in front of me after I very clearly asked you to leave. Good day Sheriff."
Regina turns her back to Emma, slamming the door once she steps back inside. Emma's mind floods with confusion. She stands on the porch, unable to move. What the hell just happened? She wants to believe that maybe Regina was playing some kind of cruel practical joke but she isn't convinced in the slightest.
Emma knows when people aren't telling the truth, especially when it comes to Regina. Not only is she a human lie detector, but Emma had always been able to read Regina in a way nobody ever could, and there was something about her that seemed off. Regina didn't look at Emma the way she usually does. With the gleam in her eyes that Emma just can't shake off. With the loving smile that makes it hard for Emma to even think. No, this time Regina looked at her as though she was a stranger, like everything they had been through hadn't even happened. It burned a hole in Emma's heart to be greeted with the blank professional mask that Regina only used for those she didn't particularly care for. Had Emma transitioned over to that list? She couldn't have. This wasn't right, none of it was.
Now that she thinks of it, Regina wasn't the only one acting strangely. When Emma had walked into her parents' apartment, not only was Zelena in there too—which in itself was already strange—but all three of them looked at her like she was the answer they were all looking for. It didn't help when she mentioned Regina's name either. She knew something was up then, and after seeing Regina, she has a gnawing feeling in her gut that both are connected in some way.
Having walked back to her parents' apartment, this time with much more frustration than earlier, Emma swings the door open. She storms in with full intent on interrogating her parents, this time getting the answers she wanted. But the moment she meets her mother's eyes, the heat slips straight from her like water through fingertips. Everything she had planned to say fades from her mind, leaving behind five heart-wrenching words. She stands completely still. "She looked right through me."
David immediately pushes himself off the couch and Mary-Margret rushes to Emma's side. She places a comforting hand on Emma's back, her face etched with concern. "Regina?"
Reality only settles deeper in Emma's chest when she hears her name. She swallows, still unable to make any movement.
"Emma, before you start blaming this entire thing on yourself, there's something your father and I have to explain."
Finally, she'd be getting some answers. She turns to face both her parents who now stand side by side. Her father's hands fall over his hips, and Emma knows it isn't a good sign. She's come to learn over time that this stance was never the one bearing good news. Her sight bounces back and forth between the two. "What the hell happened?"
David sighs. "You should sit down."
Emma's stomach begins to coil as her heart pounds hard against her chest. She reluctantly backs up until she finds a chair and takes a seat.
"It's about Regina," David says, kneeling down to her level.
Mary-Margret pulls a chair out from under the dining table and sits beside Emma. "She took a potion last night."
Emma snaps her head up, giving Mary-Margret her full attention. "What kind of potion?"
"A memory potion."
Emma grips both sides of her steering wheel, her knuckles practically bearing through her skin. The engine blares when her foot presses harder against the gas pedal. Driving down Main Street, Emma still has trouble processing the oh-so-tremendous news. She runs the entire scenario through her mind for what feels like the hundredth time.
Based on what her parents told her, Regina brewed a memory potion last night in order to forget her true love. That was the "plan" Regina was telling Emma about on the phone last night. It makes sense, she wanted to start fresh, let go of all the pain and grief she was feeling. Emma can't blame Regina in the slightest. She knows how hard Regina fights; she knows how difficult it is for her to be happy when she's at a constant battle with herself. What irks Emma though—in a way she can't categorize as pleasant or bothersome—is the last part her parents had told her.
The part where they said it didn't work.
She remembers Robin, her soul mate, her apparent true love, the man she risked her life for.
Every single damned detail of every person in Regina's life still lingers in her mind, untouched, except for one. Emma.
Did that mean—no it couldn't. It must have been some sort of mistake...a missing ingredient or something along those lines. There's no way in hell Emma was Regina's—
She can't help but notice her heart flutter at the thought of it. And the tingle in her chest that flourishes down to her core. Suddenly nothing around her had any sense to it, yet everything felt like it was coming together all at the same time.
Emma slams the breaks, pulling a dead stop right before turning onto Milflin Street. What was she doing? Was going to Regina's house really the best thing right now? Shouldn't she be talking about this with someone? Anyone else? Maybe. But right now, it's the only place she wants to be. And before she knows it, Emma's turning left on Milflin, pulling back up into the woman's driveway.
