Five Days

For twenty years Laura has been a good wife and a good mother. She's supported her husband through redundancy she's worried about her son she's encouraged her daughter. She's not unhappy exactly. She's not that self-indulgent. As anyone would tell you Laura is wonderfully constant caring selfless. She's certainly an expert at putting on a brave face. But a chance meeting in a hotel lobby - and the five days that follow - remind Laura of the young woman she used to be - and the woman she could have become. Is it ever too late to have the life you wanted? Or do we owe it to ourselves to pursue the promise of happiness?