Truth is relative. And Shelia's been playing loose with it for years. She's been lying to her husband about his attempts to get her pregnant. She's been lying to her best friend about what really happened in Paris. She's been avoiding her next door neighbor, Ayaan, ever since moving to Flossmoor, Illinois. The deception has worn her down to the point she is sitting in her home becoming a bit unhinged. The truth will bring the pain of the past into the present. But without coming clean, she can't pull herself together enough to stop being a voyeur of and become a participant in her own life.