Chapter Fourteen: The Evil Queen

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This seemed to be a daily issue Grace came across; lying on the sofa, bored out of her mind. She doesn't even know where everyone is at this point, though luckily her boredom was saved when her mother walked in through the front door.

"Ugh, I'm so bored!" She expressed, earning a chuckle from Snow. She had an armful of bags and looked as if she was struggling to carry them all, though she quickly made it to the kitchen without any problems.

She placed them all on the counter before turning to face the teen. "Well, you could help me put away the groceries." She suggested.

Grace's eyes widened at the offer and she was quick to try and find some excuse to not help her. "Uh..." her eyes darted around the room in a frenzy. Suddenly, Emma walked in, earning a thankful look from the girl, "Emma! Finally, something to entertain me." She turned towards Snow with a fake look of sorrow, "Sorry, mom. Too busy to help."

She chuckled at that, sending Grace a knowing look whilst she put away the eggs. "Sure, you are."

Before she could say anything, Emma spoke, her seeming shocked by whatever she had just witnessed, "You will not believe what just happened. I ran into Tamara at the diner and she dropped a list--a list of people who live here and what their fairy tale names are!"

At that, Grace's eyes widened. "What?"

"I think Tamara's the one August was warning us about." Emma admitted her suspicions to the both of them, earning a very odd look from their mother.

"You got all of that from a piece of paper?" Snow asked in disbelief, though Emma was quick to back her theory.

"Something just doesn't feel right about this."

Snow sighed at that, "Emma, I think you're just desperate to find out who it is, and now you're accusing everyone!"

"I'm not!" Emma defended herself. "Don't you find it a little odd that Tamara showed up to Storybrooke just before August... 'died'? I'm telling you, Tamara is the 'she' August was trying to warn us about!"

Suddenly, Snow jumped up, "Emma, shh!"

"What? Don't 'Emma' me!"

"I think she just did." Grace remarked, earning a glare from her sister. Suddenly she turned towards the counter when her eyes landed on something magical. "Oh--are these blueberries? Yummy." And in went her hand to retrieve a fistful of berries.

"Henry is upstairs." Snow said in a whisper, though she had no idea why. "Look, I know this has been hard for you--"

"No, this isn't about me." Emma defended herself, "This is about August. He died trying to warn us about someone--a woman. 'She'. Tamara has a list of people who live here, what their fairy tale names are. Doesn't that worry you?"

Snow sighed, obviously trying to see the other side of this. "There could be a million different explanations for what you saw."

"We don't know anything about her. And she lied to me. When she said I could trust her? She lied."

Snow lightly grabbed the sides of Emma's arms to give her some comfort, "Your 'superpower' has been known to be unreliable, Emma. Especially when you're emotional." Snow smiled at her before passing her and heading back towards the door.

Grace chuckled at Snow's words, turning back towards Emma. "Yeah, Emma. You're just emotional." She taunted, earning a groan from the woman.

"For the last time, I do not have feelings for Neal! That was over a decade ago; I'm over it!" Emma stated--rather loudly, at that--as the two of them made their way back over to where their mother stood, her slipping her coat on over her shoulders.

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