“She wonders if everyone feels it, this hunger to live every life, to exist as every possible version of herself. ‘There’s always a moment, isn’t there?’ she says, flicking her cigarette end off the fire escape and watching it fall. ‘A moment when you choose. This path, or another one. What if I’d chosen something different?”

“She wonders if everyone feels it, this hunger to live every life, to exist as every possible version of herself. ‘There’s always a moment, isn’t there?’ she says, flicking her cigarette end off the fire escape and watching it fall. ‘A moment when you choose. This path, or another one. What if I’d chosen something different?”

— Catriona Silvey