"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
Henry looked up at his mother with a small smile. “Don’t worry. I sneak in and out of places all the time. This doesn’t make it any different just because it’s his shop…” He looked up at Mr. Gold’s shop with pursed lips. He looked back at Emma. “…I’m sorry, what was it I was searching for again?” Henry had a nasty habit of zoning out in the weirdest times.
















