Sinai Wilkins lives in the most middle-class neighborhood ever seen. All the houses on her street look exactly the same, with prim, perfect lawns, and even more perfect families. On the Christmas cards, social media, and outside life in general, everyone seems to have it all together. Even her family, who so happens to have a drug addict and a severely depressed person for children, a selfish, perfectionist mother, and a completely oblivious father. Everyone on the block has skeletons in their closets, and Sinai's family closet is bursting at the hinges. What happens when their perfect world comes crumbling down before their eyes? Will the neighbors come clean as well, or just judge from behind the white picket fences? Suburbia isn't always pretty.