Jill navigates her way through life creating her own stories to explain unspoken tragedies and difficult situations that no one will give her explanations for. She lives in her own world, trapped inside a story that cuts her off not only from everyone else, but also from the wall that separates her feelings and thoughts from herself. Her Mother's life is interwoven with Jill's at times when they did not know each other yet overlapped briefly until tragedy separated them. Jill find's something that changes everything, a suitcase in the rafters of her Grandmother's garage, covered in layers of dust. In it, she finds the answers to everything, sitting there all along. Suddenly the gap that was missing all those years is filled in and Jill doesn't know if it's too late. All the lies, the stories that her childhood was based on to help her make sense and that provided the foundation for her life are uprooted and dried to dust. She feels like a chunk of her life has been handed back to her. It all makes sense. What no one would tell her before suddenly she knows more about than anyone else.
