When Sean Kearney died in the September 11th attacks on the World Trade Center, his pretty, young wife Susan was thrust into the spotlight. Her face was everywhere she looked - America couldn't get enough.
She and Sean belonged to the whole country now - there was nothing left of who they really were. Everywhere she went, there was always someone who needed to tell her where they were when they heard. She listened to hundreds of stories, retelling the day her husband died.
They all wanted to remember and she needed to forget. Because there was a lot people don't know about Sean, about her.
And Susan isn't about to tell them.
So she ran - from their apartment in Manhattan, from the memories and the marriage. And the secret that she kept from everyone, including her best friend.
With the fifth anniversary of the attacks looming, Susan's mind starts to crumble, isolated and trapped in her obsession with the day. She moves into broken down old house on the outskirts of a quirky Southern town.
No one seems to recognize her but everyone can see she's crazy. They just don't seem to care. Pretty soon, there's coconut cake and a little lost dog. An unlikely friend, even a man sniffing around. Susan can't seem to make them leave her alone.
Because she can't explain. She can't make herself tell. It's just her and Sean - one of them dead, the other pretending to be alive.
The question is...for how long?
