"I've got an older brother," she says, then pauses, tilting her head slightly. "Or rather, he was older, when I left--we're two years apart, so he was seventeen then, and I'm seventeen now, so...in a way, we've become the same age."

Rosie laughs a little, the sound of it falling away into a gentle sigh. "Of course I'd want to see my family again, my parents and my brother, but sometimes I wonder if they'd...approve. Of how I've changed since living here, the friends I've made and the things I've done. Or wanted to do."