Launch with the enemy

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The sound of silence  filled  the house as she made her way back to her room. She walked to the closet to pick out a dress for the meet-up she had planned.  Finally  settling  on a yellow  sundress  because  of the warm weather,  she lay the material  on her bed. Turning  to close  the wardrobe,  her feet made contact  with a piece  of paper.  She picked  it up and turned it, instantly regreting it as tears welt up in her eyes. The picture  of her family  before  that  dreadful incident  that broke them apart.
Tracing the image  one more time, she crumpled  it and threw  it way , whipping  away the tear that threatened to run down her cheek. After showering , she dressed  up and went down to the garage.  Taking  the out the keys from her purse, she made her way towards  her car, or more like her daughter's car. As she set  out, she only  prayed that she was mentally  prepared for what was going to occur  at the meet-up.

Stopping  in front of a small cafe on the outskirts  of town, she said a silent  prayer and then alighted. Making her way towards  her table , her breath got caught in her throat upon  seeing  the people  present. Before  she could  even  make out words, two men stood  up and hunged her, snapping her out of her trance. 
"Oh, how I've  missed  you. I hope you are all doing fine. " she said as they left her and urshed her to her seat. She stared  at the man sitting  directly in front  of her. It has been  twelve years, but he still managed  to look as handsome as the first day she met  him. After  eating  and catching  up ,she cleared  her throat and asked  the reason  why they asked  to see her after so many years.All three meen looked between one another , Finally, Russo decided  to speak up.
" Helena, i  know we are last people  on this planet  you would want to meet, especially  me. But you are not safe ,we need you and Amara to come back home with us . Please,  I know it sounds  absured, but ....."
"Home!, my home is here with my daughter.  You kicked us out, remember,  what makes you think I'll trust you out of all the bloody  people  in this world. "  Hurt flashed through  his eyes as she said those  words to him. He felt terrible about what he did twelve  years  ago, and he knew  it would be difficult  to convince  her to trust him again, but he needed to try harder. Helena, on the  other hand, was happy  that her words had an effect  on him. He asked his sons  to leave them alone  so that he could  speak to their mother. Knowing  it was for the best, they decided to give them some privacy.
" Look, Helena,  I know what I  did was wrong, and I  won't  blame  you if you never forgive  me for it. I mean, even though our marriage  wasn't  built on love at first ,somewhere along the line, it happened.  I started  to fall  for you, and when someone sent me that message of you, I  was pissed and destroyed  what we had. I  know  we can never go back to what we had, but please, I can't  bear to see any  of you get hurt again  because of something  I could have prevented. Please come back with me, and let me keep you safe." Russo  said all these while looking  into her eyes. He could already hear  her saying no. She was always  stubborn, but that was one  of the things  he loves about  her.
"Fine, I've  heard you, it's  true that I don't  know  if I  could  ever forgive  you but, for my daughter....  but I'm  not the one you should be trying to convince. " she said, standing  up. She picked up her bag and turned  to leave, but before she did, she kissed him on the cheek, saying, " Good luck with Amara, you're going to need it." She said  her last goodbyes  to her sons and  drove back thinking about  the launch she had just  had with the enemy.  Amara would definitely  flip if she ever found  out. But then it hit her, she forgot  to tell him about  her son. Shaking  that thought  away as she knew there was no way Amara would agree . It  was better  if he didn't  even know.

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