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    From Scratch (Chapter 2)

    “Can we go now?” Leah asked with a yawn, the jetlag catching up with her. 
    Considering that they would be fast asleep by this time if they were at home, Helena wasn’t the least bit surprised her children looked exhausted. She looked up to Andrew and Peter to see if they were ready to leave. “Would you mind if we left now?” She asked, to which they both told her they wouldn’t mind leaving a little earlier in the slightest. 
    The drive home was quick, though Leah still managed to fall asleep in the back of the car. “I’ll carry her in,” Andrew offered, handing the keys to Peter to unlock the front door whilst Helena gently transferred her sleeping daughter into her brother’s arms. Once her arms were free, she hung one loosely around Nicky’s shoulder’s and the little family made their way inside. 
    Once she had tucked her children up in their beds and said goodnight, Helena quietly shut the door to the guest bedroom behind her and made her way downstairs. She walked into the living room just as Andrew was pouring three glasses of wine and offered him a smile as he handed her one. Sitting down in an armchair, taking a small sip from the glass, Helena said, “Thanks for letting us stay.” 
    Andrew smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “It’s no trouble.”
    “It’s been nice to see you again…and the kids,” Peter added.
    Helena smiled gratefully, and was not at all surprised when the tone of the evening suddenly changed. His eyes dimming slightly, smile sliding from his lips, Andrew said, “I could kill him for doing that to you…” Helena’s eyes found her glass, her insides shaking in discomfort, shoulders bunching in on themselves. It was obvious who he was talking about “I’m so sorry…” 
    “It’s okay,” Helena managed to whisper out, then cleared her throat and began a little stronger, “I’d just rather forget about him now. It’s over, the divorce has come through… I’m officially a Peabody again.” She managed a small smile that didn’t quite brighten her eyes and took another mouthful from her glass.
    Nodding, Andrew stated, “You’ll get through this. It’ll be okay.” And, surprisingly, Helena knew her brother was right. 

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