All But Forgotten {Sequel to Ugly Truth}

Chapter 8: It's Yours Anyways

I don't know when we'll be returning back to New York. Mum won't answer any of my messages or phone calls, not even my dad. Every time I try to call them or even the house phone number, it would say that the phone line got disconnected.

I swear Emma is hiding something from Henry and I! She keeps on leaving us with Killian or Mary Margret and her other old friends. She says it's for her work, and since the funeral is over, we should be returning! I will get to the bottom of this, no matter what! The same thing happened again. Emma dropped us off at Granny's leaving us with the pregnant lady.

"Alright kids, be safe," Emma rushed before heading out the door. Henry and I took a seat across her. She had this huge grin on her face.

"Henry! Can you go order you and me two hot chocolates with cinnamon?" I asked giving him five bucks. He takes it without question walking to the counter.

"Okay woman! Now spill!" I turned my attention to Mary Margret. She grew this confused look.

"What?"

"I know you and Emma are hiding something from Henry and I! I don't know what it is but I have a hunch that it's not good!" I hissed at her. She first glanced at Henry then back to me.

"Emma told me not to tell you but I can help you," She whispered across the table, "What you need to do is go into a pawn shop that's just down the street and tell a girl there that I sent you. She'll know what I mean." She instructed. I nodded my head then climb out of my chair.

"Kid, I've got to do something, I promise I'll be right back," I tapped his shoulder then walked out. I walked down the street all the way to the huge sign. I think this is my first time being in here?

"A Pawnshop? Must be good," I hoped. The sign said it was open but it looked empty.

I opened the door with a bell noise coming above me. I took a stare around. There was a bunch of random crap. I looked over to the counter to see a beautiful woman standing there with beautiful curly brown hair and amazing blue eyes. It was the librarian, Belle. She was reading a book, minding her own business.

"Excuse me?" She looked up placing the book on the counter. When her eyes met mine, she grew a smile of joy and excitement.

"Oh! Hello!" She smiled brightly, she had such a magnificent Australian accent.

"Hi? I'm sorry for interrupting your read," I apologise.

"Oh! No! It's okay!" She must be really happy to see me.

"Sorry to be so rude, but are you the librarian?" I asked, "Belle, right?"

"Yeah, that's me," She introduced herself, "Is there anything your looking for?"

"Mary Margret told me to come here and find you to tell you she sent me. Apparently you would know what she meant?"

"Wait here," She instructed walking into the back room of the shop. I walked around having a look at everything.

I looked at the jewellery to see if anything nice and cheap was there. There was one that caught my eye straight away. It was a beautiful big pearl resting in a nice vintage frame on a black chocker. Something about was so familiar, the only problem was I couldn't put my finger on it.

"See something you like?" She asked standing behind the counter again making me jump a little.

"I was just staring at this pearl chocker, there's something about it looking so familiar!" I explained.

"Why don't you have a closer look?" She asked grabbing the glass box it was resting in, gently placing it on the glass counter. She removed the lid allowing me access.