Emma Walsh's looks-great-on-the-outside marriage is at the breaking point, and she's finally worked up the courage to confront her husband James about his drinking, his alcoholic rages, his blackouts, the uncertainty and fear his behavior has created for her and their two kids. But James never shows up to meet her as planned, and all her righteous words go unsaid. And unsaid they remain, because the next time Emma sees James, his body is crumpled amidst the wreckage of his flashy car, smashed to its final resting place halfway through the back wall of their suburban house's roomy garage.