The Secret Hours

by Mick Herron

Nobody told you what a drag it was, getting older. Or at least, people did tell you, but you ignored them, because they were old.

She wasn’t uptight, wasn’t a prude. But she’d have liked to know that these women felt good about their lives.

And she had the sense that Miles, for all his years behind different walls, was a work in progress; that he’d not yet settled on the identity he’d one day fully inhabit.