I had now passed the Storybrooke sign and entered into familiar territory despite not being there for the past five years. It was now night time when I arrived and all of the places were closing down except for Granny's Diner that still had its lights on.

I knew that I could've driven passed it, but it was the only place that I was hopefully welcomed at. I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach knowing just how close I was to Regina since I had returned to Storybrooke. She was no longer a voice on the phone and that scared me.

I found a place to park and recalled how she had put a boot on my car's wheel in the past. I had my hands full with my only belongings and it didn't really amount to much.

I was still in the habit of rarely having a lot of things to call my own, so I kept only what I believed was necessary. I felt the raindrops fall on my shoulder and I put one bag down to knock on door.

I saw someone at one of the booths stand up and walk towards the door. Even if the dim light of the diner, I recognized the person anywhere. I heard a click and thought she'd locked the door on me, but then she opened it.

"Are you going to stand out there in the rain or come inside?" She asked and then stepped aside to let me in. I was thankful that she'd let me in because it began to fall very hard.

"I was surprised when I called your apartment and was notified that you were not residing there anymore." I sighed, "I didn't have any time to tell you since I had to make it here as soon as I could."

"Henry had a wonderful birthday today and he had wanted you here like he did every year. I didn't have to ask him what he had wished for of course." She went to the booth she had been sitting at and I sat across from her with my bags underneath the table.

"It's been five years since I've seen you and you look as though you haven't aged a day." I chuckled, "Sorry to disappoint you, Regina." It hadn't stung as badly as it had before when talking on the phone.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and wrapped her hands around the cup, "I was wondering when you'd come back. I admit that when you left, I felt better for a while. As time passed, I had seen how your absence affected everybody.

Henry asked about you almost every day and I was upset with you when you didn't pick up when he called. You made it look so damn easy to cut him out of your life when you left with that thing you call a vehicle.

He would cry at night because you weren't there and would act out a lot worse than before you had arrived in Storybrooke. One night, he even admitted to me how you told him how your adopted family had sent you back once they had their own child.

He told me that you were abandoning him the same way."

She continued to talk about what I'd missed due to not being there and I felt my heart breaking all over again. She finished with saying, "I was impressed that after such pain you'd caused Henry, you were able to reconnect with him."

I absorbed everything that she had been saying, "Henry didn't deserve what either of us had done to him, Regina. Each day that went by, I made sure to listen to his voicemails before deleting them.

I wasn't going to be so cruel as to not call him or send him a card on his birthday."

"How long are you going to be staying here this time? A week? A month? You know that Henry will do all that he can to keep you here. He made you a birthday card and wanted to send it to you, but it wasn't possible since we didn't have your address.

I'm not proud of what I did to make you leave, but you showed more cruelty by leaving him and telling him lies."

"I appreciate that you're catching me up on everything that I've missed, but do you honestly have to bring up the fact that I screwed up with my kid? I've been guilt ridden over that day the moment I left and I don't even know if Henry will forgive me."

"If Henry can forgive me for what I'd done to you, then I'm positive that he can do the same for you."

She finished her drink and stood up from the booth, "Henry will be glad to know that you're back."

I secretly had wished that she might invite me back to stay with her, but that would be too good to be true.

Before she went out the door, she left a key on the counter and I went over to pick it up.

I looked down at the key and had a small smile on my face when the familiar number facing me.

It was good to know that I was finally home.