The twins were thrilled.
Arianne had gathered them in the sitting room after dinner, the evening light fading to soft gold through the windows, and told them about the trip. They were going overseas. To Rohan. The place where she had lived before she returned to Montclair, before the funeral, before everything.
Lily's reaction was immediate and explosive. "We're going on a plane? A real plane? To another country? When? How long? What do we need to pack? Is it cold there or hot? Do they speak a different language? Will we see the house where you used to live?"
"Slow down," Arianne said. "One question at a time."
Lily took a breath. "When?"
"Next week. School term break is approaching, so you won't miss any classes."
"How long is the flight?"
"About twelve hours. We'll leave in the morning and arrive in the evening, their time."
"What's Rohan like? Is it like Montclair?"
