After looking over the contents of the suitcase once more and making sure that he doesn't miss anything, he stands up straight and goes back to the ladder. As he starts climbing down, he notices that he doesn’t hear footsteps anymore. The detective probably decided to go home without finding anything interesting. When he reaches the ground, he looks up towards the roof. From that distance he can see a black outline against the sky. He knows exactly who is standing on the roof but he is still surprised because he doesn’t see anybody. He turns around to look around the rest of the block but the street is completely deserted. He begins walking in the opposite direction of his apartment. Maybe he should check out the place where the axe fell. But where should he look? If the man climbed out that window and jumped down that alleyway that is at the end of the road. He might have gone to the other side. If the murderer is hiding behind a pile of trash then he’d have to go round the buildi

t you text or call? I’m not mad, I swear. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to hire you, but you can’t blame yourself for being caught up in the moment,” he tells her sincerely.She sighs heavily as she rubs her forehead. “Sorry, Goldie. You’re right. I’ll try to keep it down next time, alright?”“Good girl,” he tells her. “Now, how about we finish baking these muffins and get ready for the party?” he suggests, holding up two fingers. “Two minutes and thirty three seconds later,”She giggles and nods her head. “Alright, Goldie. One minute forty eight seconds. Got it.”He chuckles. “Great.” he adds. “One thing we need to do is buy those oven mitts. I don’t need you burning the bakery down because you were distracted.”She laughs and nods her head again. “Sounds good to me. I’ll go ahead and start baking. I don’t wanna burn anything else.”He hums as he watches her leave the kitchen before making his way toward the front register. Once he reaches the cash register, he grabs

You don’t need to. I’ve talked to the doctors at school about things. I know what I went through and all that stuff. And don’t ever feel bad about telling me about something like this. Or telling anybody about it for that matter,” he states, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder comfortingly.After taking a deep breath, he finally meets Goldies eyes once more. He lets out another sigh before shaking his head slowly. “Thanks for understanding Goldie. I just don't want you guys being upset if you find out. I just wish I had told you sooner. I didn't even think about it until I woke up last morning. I figured that it would have been better if it slipped my mind to tell you guys later. I don't know, maybe I thought you would judge me or something?" he replies sheepishly.Goldie lets out a small chuckle in reply. “Oh wow, you're a real comedian Goldie," he comments sarcastically. Goldie furrows his eyebrows and glares playfully at him, causing Goldie to smile amusedly back. “Hey, I wa

he’s even told Belle’s son about it – although it's likely that he didn't know about his father's involvement. How was he going to deal with this revelation? He was sure that his mother was already aware of his love for Regina and that his sister would be upset with him for keeping it from them, but it seemed that she hadn’t heard yet. He knew that the possibility of his mother being upset with him was very high, but he couldn’t imagine the anger his mother would surely have felt at discovering that he had actually slept with someone else after years of marriage. He knew his brother had disapproved of his marriage to Regina because of how long ago it had happened, but it seemed unlikely that his mother would ever approve of their current situation. Even still, he knew that his brother would probably never forgive him if he hurt Regina. But, then again, maybe his brother wouldn’t care. If Goldie was being honest with himself, he had little doubt that the reason his father was so angry

s best to just throw it out." Belle remarks with a sigh.“Maybe…but…maybe it won’t happen to us.” Gold replies quietly, his voice cracking slightly with uncertainty at his words.Belle remains quiet for a moment, processing what he said as she stares off into space, lost in her thoughts. She suddenly becomes aware of the weight resting on her lap which is now leaning forward as he watches her with pleading brown eyes and furrowed brows as he waits patiently for a response from her. She looks down at his hands on her legs, her fingers instinctively threading between his own and interlacing their fingers together."I don't know." Belle whispers as she looks at him briefly, not daring to break eye contact. "But what's important is that we stay together, right? I'm not ready for anything to change, or to be without you, but I know that it will. This might be the only time I'll ever get a chance to hold your hand while we're apart like this. I don't want to lose that, Goldie." Gold stare