"I got in on Sunday," Ilsa said, looking past her sister now to see where Florian was. Her hand was in Lena's though. (Lena had always been the sibling she was best friends with. Lena, who Ilsa considered closer than any lover.)
"I've been staying with mom and dad, getting back into the American way. I'm back here..." Ilsa considered her exact words. "for the immediate future at least." Who could ever tell beyond that? Ilsa didn't want to pin herself down.