Drinks in hand, a group of neighbourhood women gather around a fire pit to enjoy a rare child-less Saturday night. Giddy with freedom, they drink too much, share secrets they wish, perhaps, they hadn't, and enjoy getting to know each other better.
The single newcomer. The imperfect mom. The new-born parents. The military wife. The almost divorcee.
Come Monday morning, one of them is gone.
As a police investigation launches, the women will band together and ask whether they should have noticed that something was amiss. But how well can you really know your neighbours, when appearances can be so deceiving?
As long as you believe that what you see is what you get, I get to stay this way.