Chapter 13, Henry

I had noticed a difference in my mother. Ever since we got back in Storybrooke. Her smiles weren't as honest as they used to be and it scared me. I didn't know if Emma had noticed, but I did. I had been with my mom since I was born and I knew the signs. The signs of depression. They were easy to find if you knew what you were looking for. She would bake, a lot. She would stay up until past midnight (which made sneaking out to meet with Paige very hard) and most importantly, she would wear long sleeves to hide the cuts on her wrists.
Needless to say, I was worried about her. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to hug her and never let go, but I couldn't. I wanted to tell Emma, but I didn't. I felt powerless and useless. I just... I just wanted my mother to be happy.