Snow paced back and forth in the living room, her hands wringing nervously as she glanced between Emmett and David. Emmett sat stiffly on the couch, his hands gripping his knees as if anchoring himself. His posture was rigid, his expression confused but guarded, as though he were a stranger in a familiar place. David leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his brow furrowed deeply as he studied Emmett.

Snow finally broke the tense silence. "Emmett," she began, her voice soft but trembling, "what's going on? Why did you come here? And where's Regina?"

The name sparked something faint in Emmett's mind, but it quickly slipped away like a shadow in the corner of his memory. He looked up at her, frowning. "Regina?" he repeated, the name foreign on his tongue. "I don't… I don't know who that is. Why are you asking about her?"

Snow froze mid-step, exchanging a sharp glance with David. Her voice wavered as she pressed further, "You don't know Regina? She's… she's the woman you were with last night. You broke the curse together."

Emmett's frown deepened, confusion clouding his features. "I broke the curse?" He shook his head, frustration creeping into his voice. "I don't remember that. I don't remember her. I remember… the curse breaking, but not because of her." He rubbed his temples as if trying to dig through the fog in his mind. "Why do you keep asking about her?"

Snow's breath hitched, and her hand flew to her mouth. "Emmett…" she whispered, her voice cracking.

Before she could say more, Henry burst into the room, his face flushed and his chest heaving as if he had run the whole way there. "Dad!" he cried, his voice desperate. "What's wrong? Why did you leave Mom?"

Emmett blinked, his confusion growing. "Dad?" he repeated slowly, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I'm not… I think you've got the wrong person, kid."

Henry froze, the words slamming into him like a physical blow. His face crumpled, and tears welled in his eyes. "What?" His voice cracked. "What are you talking about? You're my dad! You're Emma—Emmett—whatever you want to call yourself! You're my dad!"

Emmett shook his head, his expression pained but resolute. "I'm sorry, but I'm not. I don't know where you got that idea, but… I'm not your dad."

Henry's fists clenched, and his voice rose in anguish. "You are! You love me! You and Mom—you broke the curse together! You can't—" He choked on his words, his body trembling as he turned and bolted from the room, tears streaming down his face.

Snow called after him, but he was already gone, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the house. She turned back to Emmett, her eyes brimming with tears. "What's happening to you?" she whispered.

David stepped forward, his voice steadier but filled with concern. "You don't remember Regina, and now you're saying you're not Henry's dad? What do you remember, Emmett?"

Emmett's frustration boiled over as he ran his hands through his hair. "I remember… growing up, training with you, learning how to fight. I remember being in land without magic as Magnus. I remember Henry, but not like that. I remember being here. Henry's father is…" He stopped abruptly, his brow furrowing. "I don't know. I can't explain it."

Snow knelt in front of him, her voice gentle but firm. "Henry is your son, Emmett. Regina is his mother. You loved her."

Emmett leaned back, his face contorted with disbelief. "That doesn't make sense," he muttered. "I don't… I can't…"

The door burst open, and Regina stormed in, her heels clicking sharply against the wooden floor. Her expression was frantic, her eyes darting around the room until they landed on Emmett. "Where is he?" she demanded, crossing the room in a flash. "What's happening to you?"

Emmett stood, startled by her intensity. "I don't—"

"You don't remember me," Regina interrupted, her voice trembling with anguish. "You don't remember Henry. You don't remember us."

"I'm sorry," Emmett said softly, his tone genuinely confused. "I don't know why this is hurting you so much. I know who you are—you're the Queen. You helped your father in the Enchanted Forest and worked with him for the White Kingdom. That's what I remember. But you and I…" He gestured vaguely between them. "We're not… anything."

Regina's breath hitched, and tears streamed down her face. "No," she whispered, her voice breaking. "No, this is her. This is my mother's doing."

Snow's eyes widened. "Cora? But how? She's gone."

"She's gone," Regina snapped, her voice thick with emotion, "but her magic isn't. She must have done something before the curse broke. It's the potion," she said suddenly, her eyes widening with realization. "At the end—when you drank the potion. I thought it was send him to Land Without Magic, but she must have tied it to this curse. This is her plan. This is her final cruelty."

As if in answer, a faint golden glow appeared in the corner of the room. The air grew still, and a strange chill swept over them. Slowly, a small, ornate mirror materialized in the corner of the room. Its gilded frame shimmered, the intricate patterns shifting as if alive. Regina's breath caught, recognition flashing in her eyes.

The room fell silent as Regina approached the mirror. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch it. The moment her fingertips brushed the glass, a voice filled the air—soft, cold, and unmistakable.

"Oh, Regina," the voice purred. "Did you really think True Love's Kiss would save you? Did you really think you could escape me, even in death?"

Regina's knuckles whitened as she gripped the mirror. "Mother," she hissed through clenched teeth.

The voice continued, ignoring her fury.

"Love is weakness, my dear. I taught you that. And now you'll finally learn. Your precious Savior will never be yours. He will never remember your love, your life together. You can have your little town, your little son, but him? Never."

The glow faded, and the room fell silent once more. Regina stood frozen, her hands trembling as her rage and heartbreak threatened to consume her.

Snow stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Can we fix this?" she asked softly. "Is there a way to undo it?"

Regina swallowed hard, her jaw tightening. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm going to find out."

Emmett watched from the corner of the room, his expression unreadable. He didn't understand why Regina was so devastated, but something about her pain struck a chord deep inside him. He took a hesitant step forward.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I don't remember what you want me to. But I know you're important. I remember you as a queen—a great one. Someone who helped protect my family and I am forever grateful. That's all I know."

Regina's gaze snapped to his, her tears shimmering in the dim light. "That's not enough," she whispered, her voice breaking. "You have to remember, Emmett. You have to."

But he could only shake his head, helpless.

Henry sat alone on the porch, staring up at the stars with tears streaming down his face. Snow joined him, pulling him into a tight embrace and whispering words of comfort he barely heard. Inside, Regina stared at the mirror in the corner, its surface reflecting the weight of her despair. Her fists clenched, and a flicker of determination lit in her eyes.

"Whatever you've done, Mother," she whispered, her voice trembling with resolve, "I'll undo it. I don't care what it takes."

As the night stretched on, Emmett stood by the window, gazing at the stars. Somewhere deep inside him, something stirred—something he couldn't name but couldn't ignore.

The bonds between them were shattered, but the faintest thread remained. And though the path ahead was unclear, it was far from over.