Susan Monroe doesn't ask for much: good grades from her children, a house with room for a pool, to be the best Tupperware party host in New Haven 56.
But inside her tranquil 1950s styled community, a monster lurks. A monster that lives inside Susan, and every one of her superficially perfect neighbors, held in check by the oppressive police state that rules over them.
Susan happy life is torn apart when her teenage son goes missing the same night an explosion rips apart the community. Susan knows it’s only a matter of time before the police start breaking down their doors.
Before the reconditioning begins and Susan's identity is lost, she must do one final thing.
Find her son.
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Jenna slipped her arm out to brace her body on the headboard. It stopped her head from slipping down too far and Dirk’s eyes opened with more than surprise, but a bit of anger. She slipped off him and grabbed for her jeans. “Want some more wine?”
Dirk pushed himself up on his elbows to look up at her. “No.” His voice was quiet, but angry. Jenna heard it enough times to recognize it even before he did.
She slipped a slinky top over her bare breasts. It compacted them against her body in a way she knew drove him crazy. “I have a frozen pizza if you’re hungry.”
“I’m not hungry, Jenna.” He flopped down onto the mattress, one arm tucked behind his head. “How long are we going to do this?”
Jenna sat on the other side of the bed, lighting a smoke. She took a deep inhale. “I thought you liked doing this. You’re the one who came looking for a booty call.” Truth be told, she expected him to, and if he hadn’t, she’d be disappointed.
“I don’t want just a booty call. If I wanted that—”
“You’d knock on the door of a glistening?” Jenna smirked, turning her head to look at him. He looked hurt. It made her heart pulse with pain. She turned her attention forward again to look out the window. The night sky was beautiful and dark with just the glow of the blue dome against the tree line. “So what, you want to cuddle? I thought we were beyond that.”
Jenna could feel Dirk shifting on his side. She jumped when his fingers stroked her arm. “I want more than just this. You know how I feel about you.”
“Yeah.” Jenna said simply, but she was afraid the emotion might be evident anyway. She took a long drag of her cigarette and tapped the ashes into her empty wine glass.
“You used to feel the same, but ever since you got back—Listen, you’ve been back for almost a year and you still…don’t seem like you.”
“Maybe this is me. Maybe you just refuse to see it, just like you always do.” Jenna turned her head slightly to glance at him.
Dirk gave a labored sigh, “Maybe talking about it would help. You ever think about that, Jen? For seven months you were just gone. No one heard anything from you and then boom, you were on the news for what, executing glistenings in the field? I thought you were in trouble, maybe even dead. And after us taking shit for what you did, Travis put you in charge of the squad again, and you didn’t offer any explanations. Not to me or Jameson. For all I know, Travis doesn’t even know why you went apeshit.”
He knows, Jenna thought, closing her eyes for a moment. “So you’re upset that I came back and displaced your leadership, is that it?”
“Right, because I’ve been living with a grudge against you for the last year. That’s why I waited to have this conversation buck naked in your bed.”
Jenna tried to suppress a smile, but was having trouble even pretending to be angry. “Dirk, let’s not do this, okay?”
Dirk sighed and his eyebrows rose to the ceiling. Jenna fumbled with her cigarette pack, but couldn’t work the lid well enough to flip it open. Stupid fingers.
“Excuse me if I thought it was time we have a meaningful conversation. I know these nights mean more to you than you say. I feel it when we’re together. I’m just not sure why you keep me at a distance?” He sat up and stroked her hair back.
Jenna tensed, aware at how close she was to spilling everything. “I can’t offer you what you want. This is all I have to give you right now, so you need to accept it.”
“Just like I had to accept you were gone, then you were back. No questions? No answers? Just this is the way it is?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“And if I don’t?” Dirk asked with a defiant edge to his voice.
Jenna shifted to look at him. She needed him to see her eyes when she spoke. “Then it’s over, even this.”
“Maybe it should be over if it’s never going to amount to more. Maybe I’m tired of being your damn sex toy.”
It wasn’t what she thought he’d say. Jenna dropped her eyes, avoiding his gaze. “Maybe then you should go.” Her voice was even, without a tremor.
Dirk’s tongue clucked along inside his cheek. He threw the sheet off and Jenna stared out the window again as she listened to him get dressed. She managed to get another cigarette lit and watched the smoke slowly drifting up from the glowing amber of her butt until Dirk stepped into her line of sight. Jenna studied him and he studied her.
“I don’t get you.” His chest rose with a deep breath. The rippled muscles of his chest still glinted with sweat, drawing her eye to every curve.
She studied him and exhaled a long puff of smoke. “Thanks for the bulletin, but I already knew that.”
“Right, because you have me all figured out. You know what I’m feeling and thinking better than I do.”
It was accurate, but Jenna didn’t say anything.
“That’s because I’m accessible to you. I let you in. You shut me out a long time ago, Jen. I don’t know why I try so hard to get back in.”
“Other than the great sex?” Jenna asked.
Dirk grabbed his shirt from the floor with a quick flourish and it snapped in the air. “You’re a real pig for a woman.”
“So are you,” she said sourly.
Dirk shouted at her, his teeth exposed, but his words were drowned out by a high-pitched rolling thunder. Their attention went to the window and Jenna watched as the night sky glowed like amber. Flames and smoke rose up through some trees and the perches of low roofed homes. It soared, growing higher and wider, before settling down into a burning heap.
Jenna stood without realizing she did it and took a final drag on her cigarette. She grabbed her collapsed jacket from the floor. “Have Jameson pick us up.” She snuffed the filter into her wine glass and then they tore through her loft for the street.
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