» my office, I couldn't help but miss Henry Mills. The last thing I could remember was having to say goodbye to him over a year ago, »

» which was the hardest thing to do. Although he was in good hands with his mother, @SavingHeart_, I still missed him and worried about »

» him. I guess it was part of a mother's instinct. While I may not have been his biological mother, I raised him in the years that »

» @SavingHeart_ was nowhere to be found. Our relationship was rocky at times, but I loved Henry Mills as my own. He was my son, my »

» main priority. And now to have him gone, knowing I would not be able to see him and that he wouldn't even remember me, was, for lack of »

» a better word, heartbreaking. While looking through the stack of pictures, I came across an old photograph of myself holding »

» Henry Mills as a baby. It brought a smile to my face and brought back memories of when I had first adopted him... How was I supposed »

» to be able to live knowing that I could never see my son again? I tried to tell myself it was what was best for him, but a part of me »

» felt empty again.. I paused for a moment to try and clear my mind. I couldn't allow my emotions to get the best of me, so I put the »

» pictures away, and stepped out of my office and into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. After taking a sip of wine, I let out »

» a quiet laugh to myself. Who would have ever thought this "evil" queen could be so soft. A part of me felt like I should go back to »

» not caring about anyone or anything at all, but I had been trying to be a better person for a while now and I wanted to make Henry »

» proud even if he was miles away and had no recollection of any of us here in Story Brooke. For once, I was going to try and stick to »

» being one of the good guys. ••

•• Tossing my head back and closing my eyes, I tried to recall what had happened over a year ago, but nothing came to me. "Dammit." »

»I mumbled to myself, frustrated my hands turned into clenched fists. Someone had to be responsible for this, but who? Rumple was gone now »

» and I certainly hadn't done this, though the odds were I'd end up being blamed for this by most people. Of course, I was always to be »

» blamed. Not many thought I could change, but I knew I already had. I had to try and find a way to undo this curse, but looking back at »

» how the last curse had went, without "The Savior" here, I probably wouldn't be able to do much. Perhaps it was better to not remember »

the missing year without Henry, but as I made my way to my office, I was determined to take things into my own hands. ••