Chapter 4

When I enter the office I see Graham already at his desk. I take a moment to look at him. Really look at him. There are still bags under his eyes but the haunted glow on his face is gone.

'You do know I already heard you come in, right?' He smirks at me. I smile and walk towards him.

'Are you okay?' I ask still worried. He gives me a chaste kiss.

'I am. Don't worry.'

'You scared me last night. I get to be worried', I defend myself, 'do you still want to look for the wolf?' I decide to change the subject back to him instead of me being worried.

'Yes, I do. But you don't have to come with me. I know it sounds crazy but I swear, Emma...'

'Stop, okay', I stop him. 'I may not believe what you and Henry believe but I am going to be there for you, okay. I will help you look for the wolf. Graham you're not crazy, okay. Don't let anyone tell you that you are', before the last word passes my lips he kisses me. Really kisses me.

'Well, I see you two work really hard on all that paperwork', Regina interrupts us. We spring apart. After the moment of shock is gone Graham moves back besides me.

'What do you want, Regina?' He asks bitterly.

'I came to tell miss Swan that her actions from last night are unacceptable. I no longer trust you around Henry. I never did in the first place', she mutters. She looks me right in the eye with her evil smirk, 'therefor you are no longer allowed to see him until I tell you otherwise.'

'You can't do that! He needs me, he can't talk to anyone else!' I yell at her. She can't do this, she can't take away Henry.

'What he needs is his mother which you are not. Now, this is not open for discussion. Get back to work and stay away from Henry', she says before she leaves. No... Henry. Just the thought of not seeing him makes me sick. There are tears building in my eyes and the twist in my stomach only gets tighter.

'Henry...', I whisper. Graham's arms are around my stomach holding me up.

'We'll find a way, Emma', he whispers in my ear. A chocked sob leaves my throat. And with that sob the rest break free.

'She can't do this', I sob over and over again. Graham holds me in his arms and rocks me side to side.

'Just breath, Emma', he whispers gently. I turn my face against his neck and continue to cry. Finally, after long minutes the sobs start to lessen. And after about half an hour I'm silent in Graham's arms.

'Emma?'

'I'm so sorry. It won't happen again', I sit up, wipe my tears and straighten my clothes. Scared to look at Graham.

'Don't hide', he simply says as he lifts my chin with his finger. 'Don't apologise. Let me help you.' I sigh and nod after a moment. 'Good', he says and presses a kiss to my forehead. Again I lean against his chest. Exhausted from my breakdown.

'I'll see him around town, Mary Margaret has him in het class, he's at Granny's, I'll still see him and hear from him, right? I won't completely lose him. It's just temporary', I mumble, looking for reasuring words.

'You don't have to sugarcoat it for yourself, Emma. It won't be like it was. You get to be upset, you get to be mad, you get to miss Henry. He's your son', his words almost bring on another wave of tears. But I hold them in. Not because I have to. But because I'm too drained to cry again.

'Thank you', I say.

Graham held me until I was ready to let him go. He took me inside his office and set me down on his chair. I was afraid to look at him. It wasn't until he gave me some water that we started to talk. Good talk.

Now we're outside in the woods just walking around. I'm too distracted to work so walking with Graham around the woods is the perfect alternative.

'Emma?' Graham asks after a while.

'Hmm, sorry, what?' I snap out of my daydreams.

'I asked if you wanted to see if we can find the wolf again. Might be a nice distraction', he stops me and looks me right in the eye.

'Yeah, sure. I really could use some distrations right now', I answer with the hurt still in my voice. Graham moves closer and kisses me. Nothing to steamy but sweet and comforting. After he gathers me in his arms.

'It will all be okay, Emma. I promise', he whispers. I nod against his neck and breath in his scent. It makes me feel warm and whole inside.

'Let's go, okay. I need to do something usefull today', I say as I let go. He gives me one more kiss and grabs my hand before we walk towards the car.

'So where do we start?' I ask.

'The cemetary. Who knows what's there', Graham starts the car and drives throught the streets of Storybrook. We pass Granny's and that's where I see him. Henry. He looks sad. Until he sees me. His bright smile comes to his face and he waves. I try to gives him my best smile and wave back. The ache in my chest is almost to much to bare.

'It'll be okay, Emma', he says as he kisses my knuckles. I sigh and lean my head back against the headrest. For the rest of the drive I'm silent. All this time I'm thinking about Henry.

'We're here. This is where we saw him disappear last night', Graham pulls me out of my thoughts.

'Let's go', I say determend. Just to show him my mind is in this. Although it isn't. We look around the cemetary. No wolf. The only thing there are gravestones and the grave of Regina's father. The one that's locked.

'Why should she have a private grave?' I mutter out loud.

'I'm just wondering what she keeps in there', Graham replies. He walks towards the building and tries to open the door. Locked.

'Graham, it's just her father's grave', I try to calm him down.

'Maybe not, Emma. I saw the sign up there in my dreams. Just like I saw the wolf. And he's real, right! She keeps my heart in here', the haunted look in his eyes is back. This is what he believes. To him this is reality. It's true. Archie said I shouldn't crush Henry's believes so I won't do it to Graham either.

'Well, let's try then', I say and try to open the door. I kick against the lock three times before the door opens. Sure enough, there's a casket. Henry Mills, beloved father. She named her son after her father. Somehow I feel like I'm disrespectful of her privacy. But Graham is more important to me right now.

'There's nothing here, Graham', I lay my hand on his shoulder and feel him shaking.

'There has to be', he whispers. Frantically he searches every urn in here. It pains me to see him so desperate.

'Graham...', I try to stop him. He just keeps going. Until he suddenly stops. There are a few tears leaking from his eyes. Oh, Graham.

'There', he points to the floor, 'there are marks there.' I look and sure enough, there are. 'She moves this thing...'

'Graham, we really can't do this. Come on', he looks at me and I melt. He just moves to the side of the casket and start to push and the thing actually starts to move. This is all kinds of wrong. But when I look down there're stairs leading towards a basement.

'Graham, please', I whisper again. But nothing stops him from going inside that basement. For a moment I hesitate.

'Emma!' He yells from inside. I run downstairs to look what he's found. He's staring at a wall full of boxes. I think they're boxes anyway. I look around and see nothing but dusty walls and broken mirrors. Clearly this is nothing more than an old basement. The boxes are rusty and dusty, not used in years.

'Come on, Graham. There's nothing here. We should go before Regina comes here', I take his face in my hand to make him look at me. 'Come on'. He keeps looking at me before he comes with me.

'What if there's something there?'

'We'll go back if we need to. Now we need to go home. I think we both had enough emotions and feeling for today', he nods and follows me to the car. He looks defeated. And I feel drained. And I wonder how long I can keep everything up. I know I keep lying to Henry and Graham if I keep going with their stories and I'm setting them up for a major heartbreak. How am I supposed to tell them differently when I can see how strong they believe? What kind of person would that make me?