The decade: Early 1950s, perhaps late 1940s. The setting: A small city, somewhere outside New York City. There lives a single mother and her daughter. Like most mothers, she would sacrifice anything to keep her child safe, happy, healthy. It's a little late. She loves her more than life itself. That's what takes her down when unfortunately, a sunny day with ice cream turns into... a sunny day with splattered ice cream, splattered guts, and her daughter's death. Oh and I forgot to mention, splattered hearts. At her funeral, a stranger approaches her. Someone uninvited whom she can't seem to recall. He has a knack at reading people, knowing what they're about to say before they do and knowing what they choose not to say, their secrets. He's a guest at the present, however she can't tell how long he's been at the party, and how long he's here to stay.