‘I have come to believe that there can be no adequate preparation for the sadness that comes at the end, the sheer regret that one’s life is finished, that one’s failures remain indelible and one’s successes illusory.’

Elizabeth and Betsy are old school friends. When they meet again in their 30s, Elizabeth, married to the safe, older Digby, is relieving the boredom of a cosy but childless marriage with an affair. Betsy seems to have found real romance in Paris.

Are their lives taking off, or are they just making more of the wrong choices without even realising it?