Jonathan Lindgren

Some prisons don't have bars - just routines, silence, and a front door that never opens. Inside a looping, dreamlike house, a young Black woman is forced to confront everything buried beneath the surface: grief, memory, and lyrics once written as protection.

Sonja lives a rather carefree life with her beloved family. The husband Frederick's marijuana business providing family finances a silver lining. But life is shattered and Sonja forced to play a dangerous game with both organized crime and police to protect their children. She can no longer be sure which ones are her friends and who she can trust.