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Whispering

I stood in the small bathroom blocking out my mom and the dark haired woman. My breathing became ragged as I had a panic. My mother couldn't be here. I am not in the middle of the fucking earth. And this woman is not probably hundreds of years old.
"Emma please come out here let me explain." Regina begged through the door.
"No! I'm going to wake up from this horrible dream!" I shouted.
"Emma. You can leave." My mother was now on the other side. "I don't want you stuck down here when you have so much to do up there." I closed my eyes and leaned against the door.
"I feel stupid for even asking. What the hell are you?" I mumbled.
"I am-"
"No. I will explain. Please Snow let me talk to her." Regina's voice was demanding.
"She's my daughter Regina I don't care if your the queen or not." My mother growled.
"Snow she's-"
"Don't say it." The other woman snapped. "I don't care what has happened she doesn't know she can leave and live like none of this ever happened." I heard a small whispered argument.
"Snow she deserves to know." Regina said loud enough for me to hear.
"I am just on the other side of the door you know that right?" I asked.
"Fine but I get to tell her."

What will Snow tell her?