“Henry,” she whispered. “Miss Swan, what is the meaning of this?”
She furrowed her brow in confusion as she stared at the small leather bag that Emma was holding. Was it supposed to mean something to her? If Regina hadn’t been trying to delay a self-destruct diamond, she would have said something about it not being the time to bring her old and worn presents.
A lone tear trickled down her cheek and she bit her lip to keep a pain-filled scream from being ripped out from her throat. “Get out of here now,” she rasped out,
her voice hoarse and weary.